Donovan
You were taken too soon my friend
And I sit here and wonder
Why your life had to end
Like the rolling of thunder
My one regret is not responding
In the month of November
So then I go on pondering
The good memories I could remember.
I count the days it's been since your death
It's been... Fourty four to be exact
You shouldn't have taken your last breath
I still message you to avoid losing contact...
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