Faust Vom Reichmeister (Imp Can) 1991 - 2000

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THE LAST BATTLE 

If it should be that I grow frail and weak

And pain should keep me from my sleep,

Then will you do what must be done?

For this-the last battle-can’t be won.

You will be sad, I understand,

But don’t let your grief then stay your hand,

For on this day, more than all the rest,

Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We’ve had so many happy years,

What is to come can hold no fears.

Would you 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 will agree

It is a kindness that you do for me.

Although my tail its last has waved

From pain and suffering I have been saved

Do not grieve that it must 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.

Author Unknown

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