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He was brought up to do 
Exactly what he is told

His life went through and through 
A mystery you have unfold

He met you with fingers crossed 
A dice twice kissed and tossed 

His odds with you were slim
A far light  flickering and dim
Fanned by your beautiful smile
A dying rose or a lily on the Nile 
You turn around his world
A passion deep and broad

But when you left that day
His life was left to sway
Nothing will be the same
Death is never to blame
Sitting hours near his window 
Pondering of what he would undo
To make up for time lost 
For bridges left uncrossed

The last hero of the story
So much sorrow and no glory 
Something is for ever missing 
As a gondola left drifting 
With no shore in sight
Alone under the moonlight

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Submitted on: November 09, 2019