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My heart still beats for all

I once loved.

One day it will beat no more.

Death will come

On tiptoe, take me by surprise,

And lead me

Into a world without sorrow,

Pain or grief.

Disappointment will cease.

I will run

And I will not feel weary.

I will love

And feel loved in return.

I will fly

With the wings of angels.

I’ll be free

To be the “real me.”