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Thoughts I think of you when you were mine. I think of you almost all the time. I think of you all during the days. I think of you at night when I pray. My thoughts are memories of gold, My thoughts of you won't grow cold. My thoughts of you I will treasure. My thoughts give me much pleasure. I think of memories precious and old. I think of memories with a love untold. I think of memories a lucky young man. I think of memories of a lady so grand. My thoughts of the days I was alone, My thoughts of the sorrow I've known. My thoughts of you in Heaven above, My thoughts are of reuniting our love. So as I think of my many thoughts, I ponder about what they've brought. You've gone to heaven to be with God. Now only my thoughts is all I've got. BY: Kings
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