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The Late Isabel
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68
Dream of me like you would the setting sun Soon, sooner than you think I would be gone Say my name, say it like a mantra to put you to sleep Sing, sing it as a dying man's song
'Cause I've got 68 days to live And I've got nothing much to give
I'm ebbing away, what else can I say? My glassy eyes they stare out away Mind severed body covered Hands clutching, soul gasping
'Cause I've got 68 days to live And I've got nothing much to give But you don't have to grief Just believe that I'll always be with you
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