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this is a poem about my brother who died |
| I hate the day I have to say my brother died today I hate the bullet that left the gun that dropped the sun I hate the day you said your last good night and took everlasting flight over the starlit night out of sight and took away all the light I hate the day your smile faded the day you dropped your crown and made the whole world frown I hate the day I hate the day i got the call and heard of your fall I hate the day i have to say my brother died today |