Part II

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The darkness takes him over,

   the sickness pulls him in;

   his eyes- a blown out candle,

   I wish to go with him.


Sometimes I see a flicker-

   a light that shone from them;

   I hold him to me tightly ,

   before he's gone again

   -Lang Leav

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