I really cant go on anymore !
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child of mine, when i die
let then, be me, the infant
when i die, as the light ,
from my eyes cease to shine
let then, be me, the child.
pick me in your arms
and take me into your home.
Undress all anguish from my being
lay me in your bed
but don`t leave me alone,
and if I wake up,
child of mine,
please; sing me a song
and give me some of your dreams
so i can fall asleep at your tone
until another morning has dawn
and by then i will be gone.
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