This Morning At Nine

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I awoke this morning from a lovely dream
And looked about this lonely room of mine
Somewhere in the distance to me it seemed
Church bells were ringing this morning at nine

   Bitter tears I’m shedding all because of you
   I’m like a lonely prisoner serving his time
   Thinking of the day the days when love was true
   But you’ll wed another this morning at nine

My poor broken heart it started to cry
As I realized you never could be mine
Just then I remembered what day it really was
That you wed another this morning at nine