Champagne, Champagne - Poem by Rabbit Miller
'Champagne, Champagne, To the sound of that name, Do I begin to hurt so deep, as my eyes begin to weep...'
There she was just lying there, with her friends crying over her body.
I couldnt stand to look at her. She looked fake and not her self. How could god take such a young soul that still had so many years left. He took her before her life should have been up.
So many years left, so many moment she will miss. How? Why?
While looking at Champagne, I just wanted her to wake up and tell us all that it was a joke.
Sadly its not a joke, this time its real.
We cry to the sound of the name. We weep when her favorite song starts to play on the radio. Her hauting beautiful smile will scare us forever. And so we say our goodbyes. She will always live on in our hearts. So she will never really leave us. We love you Champagne.
Champagne Feldman September 30th,1991 - May 4th,2007
(R. I. P.)
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