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Being…
copyright 2011
Being me I feel all the pain
Of losing love and finding sorrow
The body of heaven cries its rain
So I retire till the morrow
Alone in my bed I fall to dreaming
And think of how I lost you
And my dreams turn to scheming
And I wake in the morning dew
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