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Too many stories, still left unheard

Too many lives taken, how very absurd

These days, passing by, have been such an extreme

Can’t wait for it to be over, this twenty-sixteen

A Starman, a Prince, George Michael, and more

Debbie and Carrie, Glenn, and Gabor

Rickman, Vaughn, Frey, and Ali

How many more could there possibly be?

Wilder and Palmer, Henderson, Thicke

Too many, too young, gone too quick

The days of our childhood, taken away

I wonder if God had it all planned this way

Perhaps he knew better, that we would survive

But I sure as hell wish, they were all still alive


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