When, like your own very death, you hear,
Early morning, in an unexpected hour;
That a person who you have been seeing,
Every day, as a journalist, and admiring;
His realistic reporting on things and events,
As original as they are with full commitments;
Is no more and you'll not hear him anymore,
And his soul toward highest heavens sore…
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