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Thursday, July 13, 2017

My Cup Runneth Over With Love

While the Dew Is Still on the Roses

MY CUP RUNNETH OVER
Sometimes in the morning, when shadows are deep,
I lie here beside you, just watching you sleep,
And sometimes I whisper, what I`m thinking of,
My cup runneth over with love . . .

Sometimes in the evening, when you do not see,
I study the small things, you do constantly,
I memorize moments, that I`m fondest of,
My cup runneth over with love . . .


In only a moment, we both will be old,
We won`t even notice the world turning cold.
And so, in this moment, with sunlight above,
My cup runneth over with love . . .

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