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The heaviest Illness Your pulse quicken, images forgotten, you look to me with forgotten eyes Your gentle smile, thriving for miles, through hurt and pain, never again will be the same Your hand rest in mine, Such little time, your fragile, Your name whispered amongst the tongues of angels, its your time. From the silver velvet of your hair, from the wisdom you carried remains heavily scarce. The illness you carried, would alter the pain remained buried, your life slipping with each verse. Before you go, to the paradise promised, would you like to know, the impact you brought within my life, symbolized as an angels light of life and l