The Mother Nature,
Growled, and thousands passed away,
She asked us to change.
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I followed his life,
From birth until adulthood,
He, the boy who lived.
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Time will heal, they say,
True, time washes pain away,
But the scar will stay.
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Ivory and black,
Reminds me of the time when,
We created music.
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