And if I were to be free

Remove my pain

If it’s all the same

To you, and or them

I hope to make amends

Remove my heart

Let it lay upon a bed of field dried hay

For all to see how much is left

Of my days

Let the blood of well spent time

Make all that doesn’t rhyme

And for all to see what is left

Of me………

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