All those beautiful fools
in that beautiful time
getting high on love
and cheap red wine.
Their heads in the clouds
their hearts on the line
spaced out in heaven
being young, their crime
All taken away
to play up above.
Jim, Janis, Jimi
such an endless list
Their talent so special
they are terribly missed.
We still listen to their songs
and think of them with love
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