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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Refrain: You shimmering waves on the ocean blue Dance not again, he cannot dance with you You weeping forests where the winds wail too Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew The world of pop will never be the same again The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain. Did you know the king? Did you listen him sing? Did you hear his heart breaking like daylight In each song? Did you see him dance, or bring Your sense to space invisible wounding his flight? I was thirteen, just walking away from twelve in Time when dreams lie broken at the white wall I heard with his brothers five, and saw him spin The great magician dancing for each curtain call. Time spanned dust: a five year old sensation rose In white clouds with black glory beaming rainbow "Stop the love you save may your own" had expose The urgency of his soul: the anathema of scarecrow. O, but who will listen to the artist's pain? Did you Stop and think that rage could become so beautiful On stage? Michael sang and still you had no clue About the hell he was going through. Twas wonderful How he became the initiator of our reconciliation. O "You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back Where there is love, I’ll be there" they sang, and so All the while building a bridge between White and Black "I’ll reach out my hand to you, I’ll have faith in all you do Just call my name and I’ll be there" but we doomed forgot What cities were burning, and what he was yearning to do The subtext to greatness has an eternal sorrow for plot.
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