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Death is such a useless thing

That all of man goes through,

But, death has been proclaimed for me

And just as well as for you.

But 'tis not death that worries me

Nor yet its chilly brew,

But 'tis the type of death I die

And the suffering I go through.

Life is such a precious gift,

A gift to me and you.

Life has been given me to live

And so it has to you.

Yet, 'tis not life that welcomes me

Nor yet its mountain dew,

But 'tis the life I live to give

And the love I hold for you.

Life is my gift to live

It's gift I share with you;

But life is thought so little of

By folks I've grown up to

Respect, admire, and wonder that

Their courage is all that true.

But - life holds naught for me to live

And death is not that dream com true.