Ending

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    Ending

    I am destined to die someday,
    but not until im ready to go.
    I am destined to die someday,
    but not until my body grows old.
    The trees will wither and the leaves will fall,
    Oceans dried up, and bridges crumble.
    I am destined to die someday,
    But not today, not today.

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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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