When I look into those brown eyes,
I try not to cry,
even though it's hard not to.
Remembering all those times of fun,
how we walked across a sandy beach,
and you kissed me under the moonlight,
you told me you loved me,
and that you'd never be far,
nothing could come between us,
not even an ocean,
but how about death?
As I walk down the aisle,
I look at your picture
and your brown eyes.
I see you lying in a bed of linens,
but I can't see your eyes,
they're closed so tight,
I cry because I cannot see them,
how could you lie to me?
You promised you'd never be far away.
Now you're gone forever,
before I could kiss you good-bye,
and look into those brown eyes one last time.
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