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Sometimes in the morning when the sky is brushed with red, The dawn sneaks in to find me lying half asleep in bed. And I feel you there beside me, in the early morning light, And thank the God that made you for the love we share tonight. As I hold the soft warm wonder of your body next to mine, I thank the God that made me for the love that made you mine. And though all time is fleeting, and all passions fade away, Our love will live forever, though our bones return to clay.
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