Will I cry, when you die?
Die, you will be gone,
gone, no longer here,
here on earth withdrawn.
Will I be glad or sad?
Sad an awful state of mind,
mind cannot think,
think or be left behind.
Will I shed tears of joy?
Joy, how can that be?
Be there, tears of despair,
despair is what I will see.
Questions I ask,
ask myself every day.
Day turns into night,
night keeps answers at bay.
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