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I still exist. I have another hour
To taste the air, the sun, to- Simply-live.
My friend and Master of the higher power
Already gave permission to leave
The Earth. I see a branch of willow
Through window in the room. I hear the birds.
But, harder than a rock,my pillow..
and lips not able even whisper words…
I – still exist! And I don’t want to die!
My mind is shivering, like rabbit in the snow.
And, even, I've been promised paradise,
I keep repeating:” I don’t want to go!”
It, seams, unfair, that I’ve been singled out..
Who can explain, what all this life about?