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No one left in the world I know
No family or friend only me
So soon from home removed to here
This little room is now my home
No light from out enter upon
Would not matter for I can't see
Words lost in air no one to find
No matter what spoke won't be clear
Gentle hand softly smooth my hair
Faint breeze of air across my cheek
Breath of flowers blanket my bed
Someone has come to be with me

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