Final Exit

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    Final Exit
    There comes a time in every man life
    When the cold hands of death reaches for his soul
    And as his end approachs
    He think about the things he has done
    The hearts he has broken and the mistakes he has made
    It seems funny that man would only think
    About this when his end draws near
    And as he remembers a smile cross his face
    And the memories warm his heart
    Giving him the will to live
    One more second,one more minute,one more hour
    One more day,one more night
    Life is a precious thing to waste
    And he wonder why some givesup without a fight
    Knowing that when he goes
    It will be his FINAL EXIT

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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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