One time I was thinking
About the last day of my life.
Was imaging the people
Whom I want to see near my tomb.
And I cried a lot when
Close my brown eyes
There was one angel-friend
Whom I always love so much.
She was sitting quiet with me,
Talking without words
Gently holding my hand
While I'm getting worse.
Curly hair made of gold,
Flying-white dress and
The purest eyes in the world.
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