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I miss you in the morning,dear,
When all the worldis new;
I know the day can bring no joy
Because it brings you.
I miss the well-loved voice of you,
Your tender smile for me,
The charm of you,the joy of your
Unfailing sympathy.


The world is full of folks ,its true,
But there was only one of you

I miss you at the noontide,dear;
The crowded city street
Seems but a desert now,I walk
in solitude complete.
I miss your hand beside my own
The light touch of your hand,
The quick gleam in the eyes of you
So sure to understand.

The world is full of folks,its true,
But there was only one of you.

I miss you in the evening,dear,
When daylight fades away;
I miss the sheltering arms of you
To rest me from the day;
I try to think I see you yet
There where the firelight gleams-
Weary at last, I sleep ,and still
I miss in my dreams.

The world is full of folks,its true,
But there was only one of you