a final sigh,
a last request,
the perfect chapter laid to rest,
the time is nigh,
a tear doth fall,
on her lovers face,
for he did pull his final ace,
and in this hall,
He'd try to smile,
in this hall of love and remorse,
and she knew his voice had now gone hoarse,
and so he traveled his trip down the river Nile
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