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When My Life Is ThroughWhen my life is through I'll be with you again, I can talk to you every day Not every now and then. When my life is through I'll be with you every day, In the Heaven's above To the music, we will sway. When my life is through I will be happy once more, I hope you'll be there To greet me at the door. Copyright Cynthia Jones Aug.8/2007 Dad, I hope you will be there, to greet me, with you arms opened wide. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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