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Oh Dear!
Oh dear! Oh dear! I can't buy you a blanket of wool, but my arms can function you may not worry about the cold!
I can't speak a word, but you can feel me. my spirit will be your, sheild and buckler.
I can't buy you material things, but can give you my dreams, I can't buy you food, but you can feed on my flesh.
I could'nt give you a bed of rose, but when you fell; my body was your support.
I am mortally wounded, but imortally sound. I can't talk to you, but can hear you weep.
I am sorry! for because of me; my aftermath , you weep.
As now; I shall be the spirit, you can't talk to me in my vehicle talk to your heart, i shall listen, Once again, SORRY DEAR forgive me.

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A husband who is about to die is thinking this poem in his head. He is about to die in seconds.His last wish is his wife being happy and satisfied. He could'nt ensure his most precious gift of all,his wife's materialistic happiness before death, which he regrets the most. This is because he was a poor man . The only thing he had was love of his wife and love for his wife.