Prologue
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We know these songs you left- they represent
Happenings bookmarked that take us away.
The sound track, black or bright, writings you meant
For us to recall, all back to the day.
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Left here, we play your music, contemplate
The messages you meant for us to hear.
We learn the words, sing along and relate
To these timeless songs we hold so near.
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Though some may have left many years ago,
Musical poetry defies your death.
We listen and we think, sometimes tears flow,
Your songs we will savor 'til our last breath.
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Rock Poets, though from us you did depart,
Your legacy soars the chart of the heart.
