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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. Do you ask me why does my sorrow flow so Endlessly for him? Is he not gone the way Of men that many went before? O I do know My time may not be long, and lessons delay. Who do think was the man in the mirror? did You see us there, did you know it oppressed him When like wanton dogs drugged and rabid Went heedless along the callous way being dim. Look at the dance videos again, tell me You see the what he begs to beat it. Off the wall Are shadows falling like an inner expose Where he internalized the world, and yet did call In many songs - his troubled world was us But now the king's sun set to dust, and we Remain to heed and weep the vanity of lust The tangled truths of out tentacled history! Michael was God's gift to our season, and how I Wish he would dance for me across the tribal plains Of Africa again, where warriors ride in the sky Through the fire make us brothers without chains A global oneness where dreams deny the child Nothing again. O death, what oneness beyond this Can we find? Treat him kindly there, be mild To him who in this troubled life knew no bliss. Michael I miss you; O genius, sleep now in peace The storms of life are over, the lightning ends And droughts will come again, but I'll never cease To proclaim your virtues to foes and friends; Sleep beloved. Your glory stream in summer's eye And Harlem's street are filled, old men remember And old women interrupt their planning to cry Farewell, Michael ... the grandest star is but an ember.
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