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It was that wicked drug,

Not some contagious bug,

That caused a goodbye without a hug.

We certainly cried when you died,

And our tears eventually just dried,

Because your potential to shine was denied.

Even though you are dead,

A fact that we all dread,

After knowing what life you have led,

And every battle that caused bloodshed,

We are confident for what is ahead.