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I watch with him day and nite, Only to hear him cry out. Why me! Why me ! His cry. The confusion of life is almost gone, While the confusion of death nears. I go to his bed to hold his hand, Only to see fear in his young eyes. Knowing that death draws nearer, With each passing day. I wonder, as the days past, will it be today, Or will it be tomorrow. One nite I awoke with his cry, Only this time, it was in my heart. I went to his bedside again, There he layed so still, For the confusion of death had took him. My Son! My Son! I cryed out.
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