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If It Should Be

If it should be that I grow weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep
Then you must do what must be done
For this last battle can't be won.
You will be sad I understand-
Don't let your grief then stay your hand,
For this day more than all the rest
Your love for me must stand the test.
Weve had so many happy years
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so
The time has come,please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend
And please stay with me to the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved
From pain and suffering Ive been saved.
Please do grieve it must be you
Who has this painful thing to do.
We've been so close all these years
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.

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