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My Hidden Voice

A Little Cough

It started as a little cough,
She thought it was the flu,
A little rest and time in bed,
And she would see it through.

It started as a little cough,
But then it got so bad,
The doctors tried the best they could,
But knew not what she had.

A little cough is all it was,
Now, she's about to die,
I look upon her ashen face,
And then I start to cry.

Was only just a little cough,
But now she drifts away,
And as I hold her hand in mine,
I close my eyes and pray.

It started as a little cough,
But now my Love is gone,
And though her night has fallen fast,
I'll see her in the Dawn.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul

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