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‘Twas too soon when I was to say: “Good-bye my friend” I was surprised when he saw his last day And met his end Too many wept when he went away And their hearts still need to mend His heart was of gold like His brilliant eyes that always watch He was white like perfect snow I knew not how he sounded But I think ‘tis like music One to represent those his kind How I wish I knew him How I wish I touched him How I wish I embraced him How I wish he heard me As much as I want that He will not return to us One to always allow artistic captures One to always strike a pose Whilst he guided partners and young He proved how si