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Berry, torn apart,
Hating someone died.
As for them goes out his heart,
For themselves, and his self he cried.

Now, God knows why,
We may never know.
So, now we cry,
Someday, God to us will show.

Now, Berry was a kind man,
Who would help anyone.
There were those who didn't try to understand.
Which made Berry and his family feel all alone.

Now, his battle is over,
As others take his place.
Trying to discover,
How to win this race.

Showing people it wasn't his fault,
Trying to let them know that day,
In a bad place he was caught,
Now, to clear his name, they will find a way.

Now, to heaven Berry has found his way,
No one, no more in his face.
Where there is a better day
Now, he will find his peace of mind in this holy place.

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