Mike Gift Biography

my friend, my love,
this path i have chosen.
on my way to your arms,
which had filled with thorns,
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tell me what's the song,
that we used to sing.
when i get the pitch,
indulged in the melody,
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oh my dear dear friend,
let me tell how great you are.
you comfort my soul,
put all troubles on hold.
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this last symphony we shall play,
here goes the final song,
rhythm of heaven, tempo of hell,
chorus of my love, despise of yours?
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The pen has left the paper long ago,
Along with it went the soul.
There he lived his life that he had tried to mould,
Like Chris sings, if you never try, you’ll never know.
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