the look in her eyes...
i thought i'd never realize.
her voice was gold.
her soul... never sold.
her grace...
was an amaze.
I never grew out this phase.
the day she was gone...
was the night i would mourn.
the music, the spirit, the tears...
listening to her was beauty.
and i didn't release any fears.
drying my eyes after that night...
it was such a terrible fight.
she's gone...
theres not a valuable moment wasted.
her soul, her music, her spirit...
are here...
we can all share.
Dusty, I love you dear.
 
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