A loving heart has ceased to beat
So many friends he won
The stars in heaven should drown in tears
For Death has stolen my son
Fortune's scales are seldom fair
He lived life hard and fast
His was ever the rebel's way
His storms have stilled at last
The saddest time of all is this
When Life's door shuts forever
We'll meet again. Sleep well my love
Will I stop grieving? Never.
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