The flying brother,
who sang like no other,
a tortured soul inside.
Death at an early age,
a vacant stage,
Joshua tree county landslide.
Sin City blue,
mohair hair suit,
reaching for stardom.
Music kept alive,
an idol to thrive,
Goodnight and R.I.P. Gram.
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