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My Brother

Breathe in my brother
Your times has come
To break free
Of what we've become.

Sent above
In gathering haste
On your bedside
We sit and wait.

It's sad, I know
Your soul is bare
But happy to be
Released from here.

A lost soul
Now to be found
Your wrists and ankles
No longer bound.





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