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I lay here unwilling
My days have come to a close
You sit there hoping
Living what you chose

The workings have kept me
Here alone with you
Do in what you believe
And all that we knew

Eventually, the time comes
Eventually, we all leave
The people lost—These are the ones
That we wish to see

What will you decide?
As you sit by my side
Will you miss me in kind?
Or leave me behind

Your action is called upon
Try to be strong
Your decision is now
Remember me somehow

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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