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The end is nigh!(2009)
Cancer: the end is coming I can see it as if he's gone But I don't want him to die It's been at least six months Since the doctors caught it On the tests they ran He wasn't suppose to live Until Christmas But they were wrong. If it could happen I wish he could be healed And the cancer would dissipate From his whole body but it's impossible He has accepted the end But we don't want to think about it He's not dieing of old age but an illness we have no control over I want to be there while he is still here while his memory is intact Before it gets too hard And he tries to spare us from seeing the worst As the end is nigh.
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