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Jun 2014
Love entered in my heart one day
a sorrowed, war, torn, guest
When she asked to be let in
I had her sit and rest

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She woke my sleep with anguish
shook my hopes with tears
When my heart felt to sing
she filled its joy with fears

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As now she has gone away
I miss the old sweet pain
Sometimes when night whistles in
the wind plays loves refrain


Tate
Original set to the tune of Till I can make it on my own.
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Some people just aren't meant to be together. Yet try to tell them that and both will join in chorus to rail against your attempt. Yet when they are apart they cannot seem to function without each other. Such is the mystery of love. I am old enough to remember the life,times and sufferings of Tammy Wynette and her ill-fated marriage to George Jones. I used her music because unlike most she sung of her own miseries and litteraly cried her music out. In a later 20/20 interview with George I remember how he still choked on her name and held his love for her long after she was gone. I imagine for him that is a tragedy with great remorse and sorrow.
Tate Morgan
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