Edge of Life

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I won’t come from the mountain,

While days they are still long.

I can’t come from the mountain,

Until my work is done.

I’ve still got my marbles,

But my balls are getting weak.

My eyes are somewhat hazy.

Thank God that I can speak.

If I am the first to leave,

I’m sorry for your loss.

Come now, let us walk a while.

Let’s walk until we’re lost.

Walk me to the edge of life.

Walk me to the brink.

And when it’s time for me to leave,

We’ll raise a glass and drink.

The road I trod was long

And never was it straight.

The life I’ve led is filled with love,

In a world that’s full of hate.

 

 

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