Your Image May Stay When I Go
I can no longer stand
My bones tired and weak
Won't someone give me a hand
Although I can hardly speak
It seems as if everyone is blind
Except the only voice I hear
So elegant and one of a kind
But to lose her I start to fear
I'm beginning to fade
I can still see her perfect smile
My last day has been made
And overall it was worthwhile
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