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Below is the poem entitled Dying which was written by poet
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When they told me I am dying,
I thought: I must turn out the light;
Before things get too bad,
I must turn it out myself.
Now, too weak to reach the switch,
I am a slave to slow torture,
Never knowing when it will end.