The doctor said,
I'll live only three months;
My little darling,
I helped you walk,
Holding your hand.
I found you berries,
In the nearby bushes.
I plucked you cherries,
Whenever you asked me.
You were my friend and companion,
In a country abroad.
I wish you all,
That's good in life.
So my little one,
there's no other rumor;
I just have to say good-bye,
forever more.
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