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Last hour.
To wish for more time in a day, and dreading the fading suns ray. This is my last day; soon I’ll just slip away. I know I’ll have a place to stay; to point the holy way is for another day. I, Renee have spent my laughing days enjoying my stay. But today, is my judgment day, so I sit here with a knowing eye that I’ll be okay. No more time for me to delay, I’ve wiped my fears away, Not to worry I’ll be in your thoughts replay, I’ve come a long way for my ending day, Farewell until we meet again in the golden light of the holy rays.
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