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As daylight ceases to be more
And night slips cold in through the door I wonder what morning will bring And await the sing the birds may sing. I sit and think about my life, The love i had and all my strife. To all my freinds i'm really sorry Your forgiveness was my greatest worry To all i love i wish you well. A secret now that time will tell.
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