The sound of my clock with my wife

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May I sing a song, a dream of love?

Along time there, tears are coming with sound my clock

She was my wife, losing her in the desert

Long time ago, with lots of memories

Remaining there killing me every day

Night is not ending to the bright day

She left me and went to the heaven, hearing sound

 Why days are cruel to end my soul

To be there, with you in heaven oh my wife.

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