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“Like a leach,
I hold on as if we belonged,
To some precious pure dream.
Cast off, you’ve seen what’s beneath,
Now fail me.”
“Sun dims slowly like the fire
Moon dies in it’s funeral pyre
All is silent, all beholds
As the path to Hell unfolds”
R.I.P. Charlie Watts…
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