The Dress The dress was gorgeous The dress was beautiful Just like it was made for me And the perfect color, satin and taffeta. It wasn't that much. It was the dress I was going to win you back in. For you to notice me, as much as I noticed you. Now, I can't even do that. I hate the color red, it's too plain. Yet, it was insisted that I wear it. And I look horrible. It doesn't make sense, it doesn't seem right. The dress I dreamed, fades more and more into a dream.
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