He was a poet in prose
A carnation among the rose.
His silence said a thousand words,
His tears beneath that unmoved veil never showed.
As bright as the Andromeda,
His eyes, they shone when we smiled together.
Today, a thousand miles apart,
We still remember those exact words regardless the weather.
He was The One,
Faraway Pluto's shining sun.
His conversations were a nightingale's symphony,
Touched with nature's harmony.
Oh yes, He is away today.
But these eyes still shine whenever He smiles.
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