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Don't Die

Life is the restless struggle
That man fights every day,
It will bring you aches and pains
Almost enough to make us beg

Pleading for it all to end
And just then it is handed to you
The silver knife, so very sharp
Almost as if God gave it himself

Holding it to the arm
You are ready to cut away
Little do you know, though
That I am standing there, watching

I ask you of one simple thing before the slice
And that is, “Please don’t die, or I might cry.”