Let tears not fall from cheek
Or pain befall your heart
Let love seep into your
Soul and laughter
brighten each morning start
If I should die before my time
Let stories be told
Both new and old
of the good, the bad
And at times of the sad
If I should die before my time
it comes by grand design
And no fault of yours or mine
Or of the great devine
Let live and let die
And do not sigh in presence
nolonger do I reside
Hold me close and let me go
By and by, by and by
It is not the question to ask why,
but remember it is not a loss
but to see you later
and not goodbye
By
William de Castro aka (bewillder)
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