In the wee small hours of the morning. by Alan Lewis
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In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning "When the sun is high in the afternoon sky you can always find something to do... But from dusk ‘til dawn as the clock ticks on something happens to you. In the wee small hours of the morning While the whole wide world is fast asleep You lie awake and think about the boy And never ever think of counting sheep When your lonely heart has learned its lesson You'd be his if only he’d would call In the wee small hours of the morning That's the time you miss him most of all."
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