| A bright sunrise will contradict
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| The heavy fog that weighs you down.
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| In spite of all the funeral songs,
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| The birds will make their joyful sounds.
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| You’ll wonder why the Earth still moves.
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| You’ll wonder how you’ll carry on.
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| But you’ll be okay on that first day when I’m gone.
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| Dusk will come with fireflies and whipoorwill and crickets call.
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| And every star will take it’s place
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| In silv’ry gown and purple shawl
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| You’ll lie down in our big bed
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| Dread the dark and dread the dawn.
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| But you’ll be alright on that first night when I’m gone.
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| You will reach for me in vain.
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| You’ll be whispering my name
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| As if sorrow were your friend
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| And this world so alien
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| But life will call with daffodils
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| And morning glorious blue skies.
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| You’ll think of me--some memory
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| And softly smile to your surprise.
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| And even though you love me still, you will know where you belong.
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| Just give it time. |
| We’ll both be fine when I’m gone |