75. before im gone

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Before I'm gone tell them that
I loved when sun rays broke through the clouds
That I admired shooting stars
Like no one on earth ever did.

Tell them that I felt bad for this little bug I stepped on
And I missed the fresh wind after every cold winter.

Tell them that even though the night has come
I always waited for moon to light my way.

Show them the mountains
Old and great
Show them the ocean
Cold and deep

Before I'm gone tell them
That I will make it even prettier for them.

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