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I stroke her hair as she lays sleeping

dry her tears now from all her weeping,

I kiss her upon the place of her pineal gland

and hope that she will understand,

it was not my choice to leave

it was forced upon me,

I wanted this love to be everlasting

but it was time for my passing.

So one last touch of her cheek

I stroke it and then I leave

and return to being ghostly,

and return to another realm and place

where I will wait for her though my heart breaks

I hope that she will remember me

as she recollects past memories.