As I look into his eyes,
I see his spirit fly.
I see the brown fade away.
Aws he see's another day.
His hands are getting cold,
as his hands I do hold.
I don't know if he's asleep or awake.
Sometimes I wish my life was fake.
But now I know he's somewhere safe.
Until time ends I know he'll wait
until I am in my perfect place.

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