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| Time Alone Copyright Alice E. Steimle - 5/18/01 |
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| As I stand by the window Watching the sign sway to and fro I think about the loved ones The places that I'll go I watch them as they load their things Boxes of memories one by one I look into Heaven's star Praying for each son Time is running short I still have their love Yet to me I remember and I thank the Lord who reigns above We go our separate ways The apron strings cut; a tear falls from my eye I kiss their cheeks and wish them well I'll love them forever, yet I won't say good-bye |
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