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All these words, that I am speaking. while from my veins, my blood is leaking.
For a love unfound, but always seeking. a crimson puddle, forms upon my floor.
When time has passed, and I am at my end. it’s to you my friend, that I shall send.
These words of why, I could not contend. alas my friend, I stand on sorrows 
shore.
So keep alive, the times we’ve had. I will say good-bye, to my mom, and dad.
Know that I, am no longer sad. the reaper waits, and he is at my door.

For a lifetime spent, in search of dreams. with sorrows scent, and lonely 
screams.
Lips upward bent, a smile it seems. alas my friend, within my heart I am dying. 
All the years of tears, unseen by most. so raise your glass, for one final toast.
Next time we meet, I will be a ghost. rejoice for me, for I am no longer crying.
Memories fade, and in time you’ll forget. of this man you knew, and how we met.
I only hope, there will be no regret. the reaper waits, upon this I am relying.

In my abstract, comprehension. were it to be, for me to mention.  
My soul is lost, in so much dissension. so to this my friend, I do condescend.
A question asked, of a day I remember. on journeys past, my twelfth December.
In my stocking cast, a piece of ember. its times like these, why my heart wont 
mend.
Unwanted then, and unwanted now. a loveless life, always asking how.
Alas my friend, to this I vow. the reaper waits, and I have reached my end.

So shed not, a sorrowful tear. or cry for me, for I  have no fear.
The answer you see, is so austere. the reaper is waiting, and there is no more.

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