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I may never grow old
And hold the hands of death
I may never die
And feel the cold, pressing breath
I may never know
All the knowledge in the world
I may never grow
And into darkness be thrown
I may never dream
And find warmth in the sun
I may never pray
And feel as one
I may never speak again
And lose my tongue in thought
I may never be rich
And regret what I never bought
I may never be proud
But that would be divine
I may never be loud
And wake the dead in time
I may never see heaven
And touch the golden sky
I may never be whole
And ask myself why
I may never love
But that would not be so
I may never hear
But the music would be though
I may never walk
But would be running just the same
I may never remember
But I'll always know my name
I may never shake
Or shudder with my fear
I may never find
The time of my leaving near
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