#shorts
I know my sister like I know my own mind
You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind
If I tell her that I love him she'd be silently resigned
He'd be mine
She would say "I'm fine", she'd be lying
But when I fantasize at night, it's Alexander's eyes
As I romanticize what might have been if I hadn't sized
Him up so quickly
At least my dear Eliza's his wife
At least I keep his eyes in my life
To the groom!
(To the groom, to the groom, to the groom)
To the bride!
(To the bride, to the bride, to the bride)
From your sister
(Angelica, Angelica)
Who is always by your side
(By your side, by your side)
To your union! (To the union, to the revolution)
And the hope that you provide
(You provide, you provide)
May you always (always)

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