You joke about the way you’ll die And though you don’t know it, You’ve frightened us all. The thought of you leaving Makes me want to cry. Why, my dear child, Would you want to die? You’ve got so much to live for You’re still very young. I’m praying to God You will not do the deed. I’m begging with you, honey, Please do not die. Don’t end your live. Please, my sweet baby, Don’t run away with the angels.
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