I held the hand of a dying man

As he whispered words I couldn’t understand

His voice was harsh, and his throat was raw

But his eyes were the only thing I saw

They were lifeless, while he lay still

Clinging to life, for he hadn’t his fill

But, as with all things, life, too, must end

His hand went limp, and, like that, he was dead

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