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An angels whisper, A baby's cry
The clock will strike when dawn arrives
Soon I will be saying good-bye
Smell of rain with mornings light
I cry to have this one last sight
A whisper, a sigh
one last kiss good-bye
Then no sound I make
for my hand death now takes.
The clock will strike when dawn arrives
Soon I will be saying good-bye
Smell of rain with mornings light
I cry to have this one last sight
A whisper, a sigh
one last kiss good-bye
Then no sound I make
for my hand death now takes.
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