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John stood for a moment
Unsure of what to do
With an audible gasp he said, "He's my friend let me through,"
His knees felt weak
His vision blurs
He feels his pulse
Cold skin against his fingers
/'No, please, don't'/
Let this nightmare end
Helpless he watched
As they took away his friend
John stood for a moment
Unsure of what to do
He whispers to the wind,
"One more miracle, Sherlock"
"That's all I ask of you."