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We Shall Still See At Dawn

When the sun sets on me
While my work is still not done
And my songs flee from me
When it is not yet dawn,
You may cry but let me be
For we shall still see at dawn.
Even though you search for my laughter
From the shadows of our past
Or long for words I did utter
Before death's bugle blast,
You may cry but let me be
For we shall still see at dawn.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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October 17, 2022 at 11:45 AM
well written from the heart & soul... we don't know the hour of our death but there is always hope and a new day
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