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In My Dying Hours

In my dying hours

lie here by my side

and let me smell the flowers

in your eyes

Let me drift away

in your warm embrace

and take your sweet bouquet

as I displace

and pass unto the light

that will burn me new

and dress me virgin white

just like you

in my dying hours

your heart will be free

so with your gentle power

release me

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