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A star is dead.
Last rites of this Samaritan
Stabbed through the heart
Such an Iconic death, we love
The dramatic falling of a star.
Adoration of millions, so cold
The scalpel of precise intrusion
Picking the bones left to rot
Under wide eyed magnification.
Vultures queue for the spoils
Admiration sold to order
In the name of devoted service
Paid in kind over a counter.
For every soul touched and life changed
Comes the price with a journeys end
A life scrutinised, dark secrets revealed
So here is the shock, he was just human.
Last rites of this Samaritan
Stabbed through the heart
Such an Iconic death, we love
The dramatic falling of a star.
Adoration of millions, so cold
The scalpel of precise intrusion
Picking the bones left to rot
Under wide eyed magnification.
Vultures queue for the spoils
Admiration sold to order
In the name of devoted service
Paid in kind over a counter.
For every soul touched and life changed
Comes the price with a journeys end
A life scrutinised, dark secrets revealed
So here is the shock, he was just human.
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A star is dead.
A star is dead.