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I heard the front door closing softly,as I wakened from my sleep;
With the last touch of her kips, Lord,like a whisper on my cheek;
And I cursed the sun for risin','cause the worst, Lord, was yet to come;'
Cause this morning, she's just leavin',but, come sundown, she'll be gone.
See the lipstick on the pillowthat I placed beneath her head;
And the soft sheets still feel warm, Lord,where she lay upon my bed;
And it hurts to know it's over,for the hurt, Lord, has just begun.'
Cause this morning, she's just leavin',but, come sundown, she'll be gone.
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