The Transport System In Man (I Don’t Want To See Your Death)

You are the blood circulatory system

I don’t want to hear your casualty

I don’t want to feel your fatality

You are made up of the heart

I don’t want to sense its demise

After there will be lots of cries

You are made up of the blood vessels

I don’t want to feel its dying

I will not stand its passing

You are made up of the blood

I don’t want to know its end

The great loss of a friend

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