A cheap eulogy give by some strange, , Sentimental Priest. Tha room shudders at tha mention of such a young death, , , Your body lies white, , , With a chemical dust and, , Outside summer mocks deaths party.. They've dressed you in your favorite, Atire, , , Faded baggy jeans ragged DC's Over sized plain white Tshirt..... You lay arms crossed in a, Disant cold way never to unfold again Possed forever with this sour shrug..... The organ grinder hushed as tha Violins string a old painful Irish tune, In tha lobby serves the first shot with the first toast A loud fairwell as you wished! ! NO CHANCE FOR SLEEP...........
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