Time is short, I see the light getting dim.How much longer will I priviledge to sport, My burdens upon him? For did he not carry his burden to a dark end?With no worldly things to defend. Yet when I was sick he was there. To feel my pain, my burdens share.Now my dark end A tear in the eye of my old friend.As his arms reach out to greet me. As spirits we assend.
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