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I heard the front door closing softly,
As I wakened from my sleep;
With the last touch of her kips, lord,
Like a whisper on my cheek;
And I cursed the sun for risin’,
’cause the worst, lord, was yet to come;
’cause this morning, she’s just leavin’,
But, come sundown, she’ll be gone.
See the lipstick on the pillow
That I placed beneath her head;
And the soft sheets still feel warm, lord,
Where she lay upon my bed;
And it hurts to know it’s over,
For the hurt, lord, has just begun.
’cause this morning, she’s just leavin’,
But, come sundown, she’ll be gone.
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