it's a very serious operation
you might die, too traumatic,
I couldn't survive more than
two weeks, after your demise
Did I hear correctly she planned, on
coming after me, planning my future,
Take your time there is no hurry, stay
enjoy life for thirty years or more
I can manage on my own, how could I
tell her, after fifty years of bliss, consent
to obey, I might want, a long awaited rest
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