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When I wake in early morn,
Each time the day is new.
I thank the Lord that you were born,
As I'll die loving you.
As I sit alone and pray
And cling to love so true,
I'll hope to see you once today
As I'll die loving you.
When I see the stars at night,
I wonder if you do.
And hope they have us both in sight
As I'll die loving you.
When I take my final rest.
This day, if life is through.
I'll thank the Lord I lived so blessed
That I died loving you.
I have discontinued the voting option on this poem
because it has qualified for my Hall Of Fame due
to its popularity .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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