No Telephone In Heaven

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    “Now I can't wait on, baby”, the smiling merchant said,
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    as he stooped and softly toyed with his golden curly head.
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    “I want to call up mamma”, came the answer full and free,
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    “will you telephone and ask her when she's coming back to me.”

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“My child”,  the merchant murmured as he stroked the anxious brow,
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“no telephone connection, where your mother lives at now.”
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“No telephone in heaven?” and a tear sprang in her eyes.
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“I thought God had everything with him up in the sky.”

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    “Tell her that I get so lonesome, that I don't know what to do,
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    and papa cries so much I guess, he must be lonesome too.
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    Tell her to come to baby, 'cause at night I get so 'fraid,
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    with no one there to kiss me, when the lights begin to fade.”

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“My child”,  the merchant murmured as he stroked the anxious brow,
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“no telephone connection, where your mother lives at now.”
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“No telephone in heaven?” and a tear sprang in her eyes.
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“I thought God had everything with him up in the sky.”

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    All through the day I want her since my dolly's got so sore,
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    with the awful punching brother give it with his little sword.
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    There ain’t no one to fix it since mamma's gone away,
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     and poor little lonesome dolly's getting thinner every day.

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“My child”,  the merchant murmured as he stroked the anxious brow,
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“no telephone connection, where your mother lives at now.”
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“No telephone in heaven?” and a tear sprang in her eyes.
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“I thought God had everything with him up in the sky.”