We Live, and We Die
If I die before I wake,
And the sun is yet to break,
Please hold my hand as you once did
And vow the love you so long hid.
There is no time for fear or tears,
But such things come amid these years,
And they came to my eyes slowly,
So grasp me, love, and do so wholly.
In this embrace I feel your grace,
A thousand words upon your face,
But please don’t cry upon my chest
As death comes now to bring me rest.
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