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Oct 2015
I can't count on tomorrow,I can only live for my today
Night and day seem wedded together, since you left and went away
I go down by the bedside, with folded hands and pray, remembering
When sorrow moved in, it was on a day of hard rain
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
(phila,pa 19144)   
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   Grace
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