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Sunday, July 25, 2004 Quiet Tuesday nightSometimes, I feel his spirit lingeringin that almost empty room of memories.The 3/4 pants and the hp he used to hang ard his neck he wore each day,The pavement he used to find his way.The red chair used as his makeshift instruct, His companion, the music, his trusty aide.Death, you came without prior warningon that quiet Tuesday night.How cruel, how vile,To take his life away from mine.How cruel, how vile,We’ve reached the end of a fine, thin line. Death, you came without prior warningon that quiet Tuesday night.Death, you left me alone, staring,seeking comfort from a certain little thing,that goes by the name of love.My heart had never felt so numb towards you,a teacher, there was so much anger,it was mixed with a dash of thunder.Death, you came without prior warningon that quiet Tuesday niht.From the day that I was born till the day that he passed on,Memories of yesteryear are all I haveto suffice the rest of my adult life.I recall the times he taught me steps .There is so much guilt in me, only God knows why.Had I been given the chance, I’d tell him this, A sorry for my sins and a proper goodbye, A thank you for making life the way it is.Death, you came without prior warningon that quiet Tuesday night.
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