Sing to me that final song,
when I am weak and you are strong.
When all the words are said,
by angel's hand I'm lead.
Sing to me that song of youth,
of flowers that found will to root.
By mountains, deserts and streams,
so they could find their dreams.
Sing to me in whispered tone,
the moment we are all alone.
When I leave and you must stay...
sing my love, to usher me away.
KEC
aka Deo Volente
1/3/2026
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