Dead and gone, ashes in the wind, not the type to push up daisy. Death, to ashes, dust to dust, ashes in the wind, songs to sing over again. Birds and bees, songs to dances, walks in the park, walks on the boat, lots of faces to change, views and noses in the air.
Spooks, ghosts, and angels in the winds, fairy tales to share, how the dead come back. Lots of stories, lots of views of what was good, all the friends, and the family joys, pains to relive, recaps of the good times. God in love, gods of light, gods of the seven seas, knights to fight, kings to win, quests of the day. Hits and misses, joys and pains, cherry moon, red moons to some, gifts of love to share.


Lots of good times, lots of good songs, lots of love lost, one day, the one that Prince Died. Sand of time, locked in space, joys and pleasures, in the songs left behind, thanks so much for the time we had together.
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