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Tom
Remember how we all used to see,
And climb up and down our favorite tree,
Well, at that point all we did was a game,
And I wish it could have stayed the same,
Remember the sounds we used to hear,
And the rushing river we held so dear,
And remember that other friend we had,
Well, I found out some news, and it's very bad.
We played, we laughed, and felt warm inside,
But there's some news, I cannot hide.
Our old friend, Dear Tom,
Has died.
