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John-Charles Colton Keune

With tears, I'll tell you this, my dearest friend,

Should day or night at last come for us all,

I shall hold your hand true until the end.

Through words and temper, our mights did contend,

As fire does tempest blade in calm and squall,

With tears, I'll tell you this, my dearest friend.

Grins and trust in dawn's day to each we lend,

With each adventure, whether rise or fall,

I shall hold your hand true until the end

Defiant and glad, no need to pretend.

If love be the one word you can recall,

With tears, I'll tell you this, my dearest friend.

Our fearful hands, though mad eyes, did extend,

In rapid descent, we flew to death's thrall.

I shall hold your hand true until the end

Solemnity dare not need tempt to mend,

Grief and pain the least burden of our pall.

With tears, I'll tell you this, my dearest friend,

I shall hold your hand true until the end.