The Day He Died
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The day he died i was so suprised,i couldnt believe my eyes.
He cared for everybody, so why do he die?
I know GOD is NOT to blame, but why do i feel so ashame?
I thank GOD for bringing him down, but why do i have a frown?
Its not RIGHT, its not FAIR, why do i have so many tears?
But as i ask these questions i see my lil brother waving good-bye, i run up to him and yell ''STOP'' because he is not dead, but i know inside that he is and forever would be.

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