On the death by Murder of John Lennon
Oh John,
How could we know,
That you would be,
So Precious?
A man.
Just a man.
Just to be a man.
Oh John,
The bullet,
Pierced the heart,
Of all but you.
Such a mark,
You've made,
In all of us.
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