Sun is out but I can't see the light
I see no days, I see the nights
Eyes open but they can't see
Hardly breathing, I'm losing life
I can't speak but I can listen
Let your voice be my last song
Flowers all around I smell the aroma
Hold my hand, I'm in the comma
You're crying but I vision the smile
Wish I can see the face before I die
Read me my favorite poems
Let your voice be my last song
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