I remember what I was doing half my life ago.
I was looking at the sky, unaware that I would never hear you tell me a new story.
For anyone to think that you died would be wrong; your presence guides my every good deed.
I've never forgotten a thing you taught me, I've never lost a thing you gave me.
As long as there's music, you live.
As long as everyone remembers you, you live.
As long as I live, you live.
Friday, November 10, 2006
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