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In the waning of my conciousness,
I feel you near.
I glimpse your tears.
As I slip away from reality,
I feel your hand on mine.
Because desiring and receiving so seldom coincide,
Sing to me, my precious one,
A final lullaby.
Let me fall away remembering,
Your saddened eyes,
A kiss good-bye.
I hear you whisper indespair,
"I will miss you."
My love,
I shall miss you too.

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