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Comments about Aidan Flynn
The cold wind blows as i trudge,
to your graveside, my omnipotent judge.
My mind is strong but my heart is weak,
in white dreams your face i seek
I heap some air unto my breast,
to stop the tears from flowing.
All around me old souls rest,
to be by your side my wish is growing
There are men of power and men of will,
Men of reading and men of thrill,
Men of dance and singing too -
but best of all are men like you
Without you here i see a darkness,
one of which i see no end,
I cannot fathom and my heart is hopeless.
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