If
it
should
be
that
I
grow
frail
and
week,
and
pain
should
keep
me
from
my
sleep,
Then
you
must
do
what
must
be
done,
for
this,
the
last
battle
can't
be
won.
You
will
be
sad
-
I
understand,
don't
let
your
grief
then
stay
your
hand, For
this
day,
more
than
all
the
rest,
Your
love
and
friendship, stand
the
test.
We've
had
so
many
happy
years,
What
is
to
come
can
hold
no
fears, You'd
not
want
me
to
suffer
so,
when
the
time
comes,
please
let
me
go.
Take
me
where
my
needs
they'll
tend,
Only
stay
with
me until
the
end,
and
hold
me
firm
and
speak
to
me, Until
my
eyes
no
longer
see.
I
know,
in
time,
you
too,
will
see,
It
is
a
kindness,
you
do
for
me. All
though
my
tail,
its
last
have
waved,
from
pain
and suffering
I
have
been
saved.
Don't
grieve
that
it
should
be
you,
who
must
decide
this
thing
to
do, We've
been
so
close,
we
two
these
years,
Don't
let
your
heart hold
any
tears.
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