If it should be that i grow weak,
and pain should keep me from my sleep,
then you must do what must be done,
for this last battle can't be won.

You will be sad, I understand,
don't let your grief then stay your hand,
for this day more than all the rest,
your love for me must stand the test.

We've had so many happy years,
what is to come can hold no fears,
you'd not want me to suffer so,
the time has come to let me go.

Take me to where my need they'll tend,
and please stay with me to the end,
hold me firm and speak to me,
until my eyes no longer see.

I know that in time you will see,
the kindness that you did for me,
although my tails it's last has waved,
frompain and suffering I've been saved.

Please do not grieve it must be you,
who has this painful thing to do,
we've been so close , we two these years,
don't let your heart hold back the tears.

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