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Last Thoughts



                           The cold morning breeze,

                              Is sensing too freeze

                           Is this beautiful morning,

                                Of my life’s last!

                                At this thought,

                           My heartbeat became fast

                                   They told

                                Today morning,

                           I was to be hanged down,

                              Are they preparing,

                                My death gown!

                            I think, how shall I feel,

                      When my throat shall be clutched,

                            From that hanging reel

                         Will someone mourn for me,
                      From these standing personalities,


                                   I don’t see,
                            Any sign of probability


                          Are these my last moments,


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