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My dying moment

Close to me you seem to be
And yet you are so far away
My breath they seem to grow
Shorter by the hour
Closer now to me and hear
What I have to say
For nevermore will you ever
Hear my voice once more

I wish I had lived more
And over the hills explore
What lies there and beyond
And what there is in store
For an adventurer
would there had been a door
to a magical land
where love thrives for all

I wish I had laughed more
And found humour every where
What would I have shared
With my next door neighbour
Would we have baked a cake together
Or finished up a bottle of wine
Or walked together in the park
I am afraid I will never know

I wished I had known love
For without life and laughter
I never knew what love meant
Love was my foray into books
Of all the money I had made
Counting the cents in my piggy bank
And all the other vaults
Now it is much too late

Listen here my dearest listener
I won’t bequeath you my money
I would not have your fate
Be like mine altogether
Just live and laugh and love much
For with them you will have
Someone to be with you
In your hour of need.
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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