I miss you when the sun comes up each morning;
I think of all the days we used to share.
To lie in bed would only make it harder,
Knowing, Dear, that you will not be there.
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They're falling now across my yard,
I must go and find my rake.
As once again I start the race
To beat the first snow flake.
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One Morning in May I arose from my bed,
Stretching, squinting, and yawning;
I looked out my door and to my surprise
I saw beneath my awning;
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