As you took your final breath
A tear rolled down my cheek
You’ve stood face to face with death
In your final days you were so weak
Could barely open your eyes
You didn’t eat nor drink
Somewhere deep down I always knew you were an angel in disguise
But that you’d be taken this early I didn’t even dare to think
The grim reaper will never be my friend
He does only bring sorrow and pain
I will hate him until the end
My happiness have been drained
All I do now a days is weep
And you’re forever asleep
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Till death do us apart
Held as long as the smell of yesterday's fart
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