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If you ever met Brian, you'd never forget.
He died such a hard terrible death.
No way to get to his gun,
Was captured and whisked away
never to return.
Karma, there is no such thing!
For if there was, this man would be a king.
Angels in heaven, get ready,
Because Brian is on his way.
Please pave his way in gold ,
For he's gave up two kids and a wife.
God gave them, then took them away.
At least he lived to the fullest each day
So I hope there is snow in heaven
So Brian can easily find
The old Bobsledders who's long been gone.
They're waiting for you Brian, shouldn't be long,
Tell them to wait at St Peter's gate,
Because you're on your way and you won't be late.
I think he knows he left a big space,
That will be forever empty, no one can take his place.
Little Gunner and Ingrid,
Your dad was John Wayne.
A hero, dear children don't ever forget,
For daddy will watch over you
Throughout every day
He'll always be just a breath away..
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PRETTY BRIAN
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