I ran to him

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“Are you okay?” 

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his expression brightened up like the sun 

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“I want to go dancing” 

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He smiles 

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And I laugh to join the fun 

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Tomorrow I heard you are no longer speaking 

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Your breath was taken from you 

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I hope you are dancing in your sleep 

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And my heart sinks knowing 

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That those were probably the last words 

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You will ever say to me