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It Is Time
It is time
At last has come
I write this rhyme
for years to come
but when I go
please do not cry
keep up yyour hope
for today I fly
Up to my Father
The creator of all
cry? Do not bother
I'm in the great hall
Only tears of joy
should fall from your face
Just a boy
left with his grace
Do not cry
my mother dear
It is not I
who has great fear
It is time
my time is gone
One last rhyme
It won't last long
As death waits me
with open arms
I see a golden tree
And feel no more harm
