Tonight I close my eyes to sleep,
upon my pillow I'll surely weep.
This day I know I've made it through,
still my eyes view images of you.
In spirit now you are laid to rest,
and cared for by our Heavenly best.
Much pain holds firmly within my heart,
as you softly wave while you depart.
Good Night Michael
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