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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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