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If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this– the last battle – can’t be won.
But don’t let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn’t want me to suffer so,
When the time comes, please, let me go.
It is a kindness you do to me.
From pain and suffering I have been saved,
Don’t grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do.
We’ve been so close – we two- these years,
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