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I heard the front door closing softly as I weaken from my sleep
With the last touch of his lips Lord like a whisper on my cheek
And I cursed the sun for rising cause the worst Lord is yet to come
Cause this morning he's just leaving but come sundown he'll be gone
I see his mem'ry on his pillow that I placed beneath his head
And the soft sheets still feel warm Lord where he lay upon my bed
And it hurts to know it's over cause the hurt Lord has just begun
For this morning he's just leaving but come sundown he'll be gone