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I heard the front door closing softly, As I wakened from my sleep; With the last touch of her kips, Lord, Like a whisper on my cheek; And I cursed the sun for risin', 'Cause the worst, Lord, was yet to come; 'Cause this morning, she's just leavin', But, come sundown, she'll be gone. See the lipstick on the pillow That I placed beneath her head; And the soft sheets still feel warm, Lord, Where she lay upon my bed; And it hurts to know it's over, For the hurt, Lord, has just begun. 'Cause this morning, she's just leavin', But, come sundown, she'll be gone. From Letras Mania