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I kissed you hard, when I said good bye

I looked at your eyes, and I started to cry

I whispered, I love you, and started to sigh

Cuz I know in my dreams, you'll start to die



When my telephone rings, my heart starts to jump

News, I can't bear, might be what I'll hear

And just last night, your daughter did say

My dear father, has gone to heaven to be free



A sickness so cruel, all mankind would dread

It eats up your body, your soul and your pride

I thought I was ready, strong and so tough

But my dear loving brother, I hurt so very bad!!