I heard the front door closing softly as I weaken from my sleep With the last touch of his lips Lord like a whisper on my cheek And I cursed the sun for rising cause the worst Lord is yet to come Cause this morning he's just leaving but come sundown he'll be gone I see his mem'ry on his pillow that I placed beneath his head And the soft sheets still feel warm Lord where he lay upon my bed And it hurts to know it's over cause the hurt Lord has just begun For this morning he's just leaving but come sundown he'll be gone
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