jimmy. you made the world go round.
you we're always the optimistic guy who laughed at life.
you stared fear in the face, and strived for the best.
it was just that last day at work that pushed that burden on your chest.
panic flowing throughout
there wasnt a doubt.
i just wish, there could have been a way
for me to display
the truth to you, before it was all too late.
im writing this now all with great grief and sorrow.
i guess it will be the same way tommorrow
because nothing can ever bring back those long autumn days
playing football with all the guys...
oh how those days seem so vivid
how bright and livid
oh those great autumn days spent playing football...
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I would like to translate this poem
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