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Weeping quietly my pillow I hold.
Weeping quietly my pillow I hold.
When I lay and think, in my bed at night,
the day you'll arrive, seems nowhere in sight.
I toss and I turn, dreaming of you,
opening my eye's checking if my dream came true.
It didn't, again, and a tear starts to roll,
weeping quietly my pillow I hold.
Many sleepless nights I've prayed for you, my love.
God touched my soul from heaven above
He's answered my prayers for my bride to be.
I've never felt this lucky, God did this for me.
It didn't, again, and a tear starts to roll,
weeping quietly my pillow I hold
SOLO MY PILLOW I HOLD
When I lay and think, in my bed at night,
the day you'll arrive, seems nowhere in sight.
I toss and I turn, dreaming of you,
opening my eye's checking if my dream came true.
It didn't, again, and a tear starts to roll,
weeping quietly my pillow I hold.
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