Die..

I’m holding you’re hand,
You got to fight,
I hope you understand,
You die tonight.

A tear in your eyes,
Search his way,
You say goodbye,
Every day.

Now, you’re far away from here,
Everybody cry,
There is no good sphere,
Because you’re die.

Everybody miss you,
And I have to say,
I miss you too,
Every day.

I hate the death,
I hate the cancer,
I hate it when you don’t breath,
I hate it when you don’t answer.

Since you’re die,
The only thing we do,
Is cry,
Crying for you.

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