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Those Three Little Words

Quit asking me questions with blinks.
Understand I won't talk when you can't.
It's almost time, the nurse's voice is urgent.
Even now I won't speak, while your heart is stopping.
Three blinks are your goodbye, and four blinks are mine.

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