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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. The world of pop will never be the same again, dim The lights for him forever, my immortal performer, My childhood mirror. Death is victor and we the victim Of shallow strifes, mourn for him! mourn my brother! Thank you for the time you gave to us, thank you, child For memories; thank you for the songs you sang here Thank you, Michael, you were the greatest ever, a Nile That flowed through desert of needs, you stilled the fear. Micheal Jackson at last will find his rest, and Ben, we Hope he will attain what he was looking for. So brief The journey 'cross the stage of life, only time's story Capture the vanity of our strife, but naught abate grief "Even though the pain and heartache Seem to follow me Wherever I go" how do I say goodbye to him? And shall He say "you are not alone?" when he plays this memory On discs beyond brink where the "thriller" is anecdotal? What solace did we give him, when we understood naught? What haven was there for him for all the love he gave Did we not prance when like a butterfly in a web was caught/ O but nothing breaks his heart again, in the silent grave. Michael we miss you, the white charade of the doting sun Shall never the same again, the hooting cheers of the fans Shall convert to silver rain, now the river's course is run Now the footprints fade on the dancing mirage of the sands.
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