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I do not want to die and never know
What it is like to slowly waste away;
To wend my way back through the fading glow
Recalling all the words I had to say;
To lose my sense of time and dwell in me
Deep in my somewhere, where all truth doth dwell,
Losing my thoughts to the images I see;
Becoming an empty used up wasted shell.
Let me become the seed that I was at birth,
The marvel that was life beyond belief
Before it bloomed and blossomed on the Earth;
Before it withered away to bring you grief.
Yes let me suffer as I have suffered throughout time;
Yet never while your hand did rest in mine.
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