Dying Day

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    Dying Day

    I see your dying day
    carrying the sunshine away
    with every moment
    I look into your eyes

    When I see your sorrow and hurt
    hurt flushes through me
    as though I am the one dying.
    Why can't it be me.
    for your the sacred man I love.

    The man to hold every day
    to hold tightly in my arms.
    Without any release
    I look into your eyes.

    I look into our past
    and through our future
    for that I shall know
    that you are the one
    that I can rely on

    for you shall not be the one to die
    for all the ove to have given me
    for you not to fall asleep
    I'll pray for you

    Please help me God
    save my loved one
    my loved one so deep

    If he shall sleep
    sleep me as well
    I can;t stay awake
    without my love

    The hurt and the pain
    will dreadfully kill me
    Why should I live with the pain
    when I can sleep soundly with my love?

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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