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“Half a Dozen Big Black Roses” by Layanne
When I stepped out of my house this morning
I saw nothing but a
Half a dozen big black roses
At the end of my drive
And a man who said
He was just passing by

It's three and a half
Great years later
I'm walking down the aisle
He lifts my veil
And I can't help but smile
And i'm carrying
Half a dozen big black roses

Its two years later
Our first big fight
Because he came home late
The other night
He's on the couch
I'm in the bedroom
And the next morning
I wake up to
Half a dozen big black roses

It's ten years later
This morning soldiers came to my door

Standing in this graveyard tonight
I'm all dressed in black
But my face is a pale white
And I'm holding a folded flag

It's three months later
And I visit his grave
Every week
I'm so choked up
That I can't even speak
So I just leave
Half a dozen big black roses