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It hurts, it aches, there is so much pain.

I try to rest, but there is no gain.

My fading force, my ailing health.

To feel alive, I'd give my wealth.

My body's weak, I'm weary too.

Ther's just my soul that's ready for you.

Please take the pain away from me.

And just once more, please set me free.

From all the aches, the grief and distress.

That this poor old body doth posses...

Ella