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You lay gasping for air, in the summer evening,

As I touch your cold feet, I climb the stairs fragile:

Just one more time alone, to read, to pray, hoping,

it was not true: A loud sound “She is gone!”

I thought you’d wait for me,

“Stayed with me!” words want to utter instead,

I heard you took one last breath aloud and I cry;

“Don’t leave me!” I want to uttered, face with truth,

As I command my soul to rise again,

Because “You have pass the test,”

Still, “I feel, I am nothing without you,

“As I lay still in my bed!”

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