Below is the poem entitled Do not let me die in Vain which was written by poet
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I have seen them
Come and go through dusk, narrow streets,
Some smiling and some frowning.
Down to the River Seine,
On the banks of Paris,
I walk with no one by my side.
I walk past the cafes, and taverns, and hotels.
I see the smiles and frowns,
Which all grow ever so slightly older with time.
I cannot hear the songs of love anymore.
Take me away! Take me away from this lonesome place!
Where the faces grow old and burn to ash.
They grow old, they grow old.
I am frightened to see my love incinerate away,
and turn to dust and ash.
Oh, now in a safe haven, I do not see the dead coming to life,
to snatch me away into the shadows of the dark world.
I drink my wine and eat my bread,
and I live to see you walk through that door.
The faces around me grow older with time.
I wait for you.
I wait, with endless time awaiting me.
I wait, till you walk through that door.
That door that mocks me with laughs of sorrow.
I order another glass of wine,
I notice no one is around me now.
All dead and burnt up with age and time.
Gone without a trace!
Leaving behind nothing, but dust and ash.
But I still wait.
Sitting in that chair,
facing the door,
and smiling, for I would soon be with you!
Oh, no wait a moment and see what waiting does.
I grow old... I grow old...
Like the faces before me,
growing old with time,
and burning away with the setting of a sun.
My skin pale and wrinkles everywhere.
I'm dying with every moment that passes.
Please do not let me suffer and die in vain.
Please show me your face,
That is so sweet and beautiful.
Show the glory of your beauteous face one last time,
Before I go and lay down in my chamber of death.
I hear the Reaper's moan and I see his scythe, round my neck.
Please, I beg of you,
Let my eyes be upon you one, last time.
Do not let a man die in vain.