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I'll Be Pretiest In His Eyes..

Slao tree was waiting 
for the flowers to be bloomed
She moved, she prepared, she groomed..
The dusty old yellow leaves were ready to fall
Made way to the sweet morning dawn..
She was dreaming of her new dress..
The sad and sweet purple lace..
The sweet kisses of the summer sunshine..

"..I'll be prettiest in his eyes.."

The golden leaves are falling down..
Winter wind blows, Dancing on the ground..
Lip colour baby leaves smile innocently..

"..Oh how I love you so dearly.."

A thousands times looking in the mirror..
She turns around, adds more colour..
Humming the tune, singing the ryhm..

"..I'll be prettiest in his eyes"

The bright blue sky.. and the white clouds
How many times she turns around..
Tiny new moon.. the sweet blue wine..

"..I'll be prettiest only for his eyes"