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THE LAST BATTLE

~Unknown~

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,

Then will you do what must be done,
For this- the last battle-can't be won.

But don't be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand.

For on this day, more than the rest
Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We have had so many happy years,

You wouldn't want me to suffer so,
So when the time comes, please let me go.

Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only stay with me till the end,

And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.

It is a kindness that you do to me.

Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.

Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;

We've been so close-we two-these years,
So don't let your heart hold any tears,

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