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Last Will

And if I must be gone today Let me colour the clouds with my blood Let me own this last sunset For all the other ones I've loved Let me fly with the birds Till I reach out the sky Let me grant one last wish For I'm fleeting Like a shooting star Let me jump from a cliff Into the raging sea Without worrying About the touchdown Agnes Hightopp