My
Masters Words.
Hey
John,
I
imagined your voice,
Echoing
here, so very clear.
Strawberry
fields forever sung,
An
artists fingers scribbled on,
The
heart inside of me.
A
light to our world,
You
came, you tried, you've died,
But
you live ever on....
You
have not gone,
Oh
no, my friend, here you send,
Clear
messages to be heard.
I
shall herald you,
The
friend I never knew,
Until
our world, be as one....
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