THe day he died I remembered I cried He was a wonderful man Now I hope the man who killed him ends up in the can. No one can replace his thoughts Nothing can be bought Quietly I sit in this chair Messing with my hair Thiking of the good old days When he was alive... It was a plunging dive Toward our freedom Don't ask me why he just died. Now my heart is empty No one is near. It makes me think That he could be near. Almost, whispering in my ear...
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