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The last battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
and pain should keep me from my sleep
then will you do what must be done
for this - the last battle - can´t be won.
You will be sad but I understand
but don´t let grief then stay your hand
for on this day, more than the rest
your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years
you wouldn´t want me to suffer so
when the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where my needs they´ll tend
only, stay with me until the end
and hold me firm and speak to me
until my eyes nolonger see.
I know in time you will agree
it is a kindness you do to me
Although my tail its last has waved
from pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don´t grieve that it must be you
who has to decide this thing to do:
- we have been so close - we two - these years.
Don´t let your heart hold any tears.
