Friend of mine, 25, old
You left the world confused and alone
Your heart was here left with us
You wanted it back so the fight would arise
My talented one with fingers of gold
Sympathies arise, you cry no more
Gone from us while we live
Cos you’ll never see the light we had to give
The world won’t be the same without you here
Cos you’ll never see the light we had prepared
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