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Swift as a sparrow

It pierced your heart

That retched arrow

Has played its part

It made the blood run

Down your front and back

You couldn't see the sun

As your body went slack

You lay on the ground

With narrowing breaths

You are surely bound

To walk a path with Death

I don't want you to leave

But you have to

Your last breath you heave

As I hold you

You have left me

And all that is left is a body

Your soul is free

I hope that you'll be happy

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