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it should be that I grow weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep
Then you must do what should be done
For this last battle cant be won

You will be sad, I understand
Dont let your grief then stay your hand
For this day more then all the rest
Your love for me must stand the test

We 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, please let me go

Take me where my needs they'll tend
And please stay with me til the end
Hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see

I know in time that you will see
The kindness you do for me
Although my tail it's last has waved
From pain and suffering i've been saved

Please do not grieve, it must be you
Who have this painful thing to do
We've been so close these many years
Dont let your heart hold back this tears

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