Sitting on the moon
You must be fishing stars
Stars that shine like you
You shine as bright
Bright as the tears
Than here on earth we cry
Thinking of the time
We could've said goodbye
Drink the liquor of the angels
And their tasteful dark cigars
As here we pray
With all our heart
RIP, big brother!
And thank you for everything
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