On that day of mourning
In their teary eyes
Reflections of a sacred life
Lit the skies of their Souls
As their sorrow turned into songs
At the centre of their message
Stood a pure Soul
Whose life is a work of art
Meticulously designed
To inspire and motivate
Giving hope to the hopeless
Unveiling the story of Love
In its simplicity and complication
Love is the purest form of life
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