In the dark of the night
When I am asleep,
You are in my thoughts.
When the first bird sings at the crack of dawn,
You are in my thoughts.
With my first drink of coffee on a warm Sunday morning,
You are in my thoughts.
Time passes by so quickly.
I sometimes am afraid I will lose
those moments.
But I know they are held deep in my heart forever,
you are in my thoughts.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
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