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Don’t hold me here long;
I’ve places to go.
Soon I’ll be gone,
But how would you know?
I’ve people to see
And tasks to complete
And upon bended knee,
I beg let me leave.
Night vision that’s bleary,
An ache in my heart
For those I loved dearly
Now dearly depart.