My friend, if I could take upon myself
Your burden, I would do you that favor;
I too have heard despair knock on my door
While forgotten dreams held me as captive
To their caprices, and then awoken
To find that dark fantasy just as real
As the lamented dead in newspapers.
Is your body imprisoned by your pain
And memories? Oh, if there were solace
In a blade or crashing automobile,
I have no doubt that you may choose that course;
I beg you not to perish before I find death.
You saved my life, how could I bear your funeral?
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