Let it be
The Beatles split up so subtly and suddenly,
They branded Yoko with the blame.
But it's still a mystery.
Outside the Dakota, Lennon was slain.
He would have said love is still the answer
but hate prevailed that day.
Decades later, the assassin is still in jail.
Mother Mary whispered to me
Let it be, let it be, let it be, but to no avail.
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