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It's morning when i go to sleep in the distant dawn a church bell rings another day is coming on a baby's born, an old man dies somewhere young lovers kiss good-bye i leave my soul and just move on and wish that i was there to sing this song

-Jon Bon Jovi

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It's Morning When I Go To Sleep

Jon Bon Jovi

It's morning when i go to sleep in the distant dawn a church bell rings another day is coming on a baby's born, an old man dies somewhere young lovers kiss good-bye i leave my soul and just move on and wish that i was there to sing this song

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Learn what not to expect. irish catholic they get sh**** little rings. irish women get crappy rings. baptist get the worst because they get the rings under water. when it comes up, it's garbage. jewish, big rings. episcopalian big rings. italians-the best, because they get them off of dead people, and second wives get the biggest rings of all.

Somebody/ anybody sing a black girl's song bring her out to know herself to know you but sing her rhythms carin/ struggle/ hard times sing her song of life she's been dead so long closed in silence so long she doesn't know the sound of her own voice her infinite beauty she's half-notes scattered without rhythm/ no tune sing her sighs sing the song of her possibilities sing a righteous gospel let her be born let her be born & handled warmly.

All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated....as therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all....no man is an island, entire of itself...any man's death diminishes me, because i am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

The song that i will sing is an old song, so old that none knows who made it. it has been handed down through generations and was taught to me when i was but a little lad. it is now my own song. it belongs to me. this is a holy song (medicine-song), and great is its power. the song tells how, as i sing, i go through the air to a holy place where yusun (the supreme being) will give me power to do wonderful things. i am surrounded by little clouds, and as i go through the air i change, becoming spirit only.

I was trying to feel some kind of good-bye. i mean i’ve left schools and places i didn’t even know i was leaving them. i hate that. i don’t care if it’s a sad good-bye or a bad good-bye, but when i leave a place i like to know i’m leaving it. if you don’t you feel even worse.

This is a lifetime of good-byes. in our time, we will say good-bye to cherished people, things, and ideas. eventually, we say good-bye to life itself with our death. learn to say a good good-bye. allow yourself to mourn each loss. as with a physical wound, the body has its own schedule for healing. it will tell you when it has healed.

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