Spirit

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I took a knive to brain again

And my dear,

I succeeded to end my sorrow

My spirit flew into a mighty breeze

And a ticket to Heaven with no cost

Only you may carry my memory

Only you knew me

Again solitary describes my life

You being the solitary one

I shall request your sparing to The Lord

You kept the breath of Life inside me

But the clock of my Life failed.

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