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I am sick with the fever of devastation.
Knowing my life is too precious to live.
My illness will never soon pass,
So I must get this over with.
I cannot be cured,
I assure you it’s true.
My love, I swear
If only you knew…
This sickness is killing.
Not to scare you,
But soon I will be gone
And my soul anew.
So I’ll kiss you goodnight,
And say my goodbyes.
When tomorrow you wake,
I will not hear your cries.
I will see your face,
But you won’t see me.
Know I am there,
Looking down on thee.
Search in the dresser,
And find my note
Explaining my death
And thus it will quote:
My dearest, my love!
As you read this,
I’m above.
Your life is still brand new,
So do not shed a tear!
For I am still with you,
Do not have fear.
This cancer has taken me
To a place far, far away
Though you thought I would live,
I knew I could not stay.
So here I am,
Relieved of my pain.
Sleep sweet, my love.
I will see thee again.
*Note that the word again is pronounced agayne.
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