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The
Last Battle
If it
should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain
should keep me from my sleep,
Then you
must do what must be done,
For
this--the last battle--can't be won.
You will
be sad I understand,
Don't
let grief then stay your hand.
For on
this day, more than the rest,
Your
love and friendship must stand the test.
We have
had so many happy years,
What is
to come can hold no fears
You'd
not want me to suffer, so.
When the
time comes, please let me go.
Take me
to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only,
stay with me till the end
And hold
me firm and speak to me
Until my
eyes no longer see.
I know
in time you will agree
It is a
kindness you do to me.
Although
my tail its last has waved,
From
pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't
grieve that it must be you
Who has
to decide this thing to do?
We've
been so close--we two--these years,
Don't
let your heart hold any tears.
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