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The last battle
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| 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 - canīt be won. |
| You will be sad but I understand |
| but donīt let grief then stay your hand |
| for on this day, more than the rest |
| your love and friendship must stand the test. |
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We have had so many happy years |
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you wouldnīt want me to suffer so |
| when the time comes, please, let me go. |
| Take me to where my needs theyīll 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. |
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Donīt grieve that it must be you |
| who has to decide this thing to do: |
| - we have been so close - we two - these years. |
| Donīt let your heart hold any tears. |
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