His eyes were always filled with care His voice to us seemed so fair His hair flowed freely over his face He was always gentle and filled with love His heart was open for strangers to stay His mind was troubled in every way He covered it up whenever he was scared He hated to bother others with his problems He got high on drugs to free him from burdens Never thought it would all end so soon His problems seemed to fade away Until one windy autumn day His body lay in front of a club Restlessly shaking from a cocaine overdose People cried but he was gone for good He’s been dead for three years but his memory’s alive
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