If came the hour, if came the day
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If came the year, when you went away
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How could I live, I'd surely die
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What would I be if you say goodbye
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How would I laugh, how could I love
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Could I believe in a God above
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How would I hope, how could I pray
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If came the hour, if came the day
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But you are here, lying beside me
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I watch you breath, each rise and fall
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Without you here, then there would be
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Nothing at all
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If in this world, all things must pass
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And we must raise, the parting glass
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No words would ever come
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What could I say
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If came the hour, if came the day
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There'd be no music in my soul
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How could I dance, now you to hold
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How could I hear the violin
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There'd be no song, I could ever sing
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But you are here, lying beside me
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I watch you breath, each rise and fall
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Without you here, then there would be
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Nothing at all
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Now you awake, the dawn sweeps in
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I touch your mouth, I touch your skin
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How would I live, if you should go away
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If came the hour, if came the day
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How could I live, if you should go away
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If came the hour, if came the day
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If came the hour, if came the day
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If Came The Hour
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| Secret Garden |
