To my song in the rain,
My nightingale in the dark,
The melody to my beat,
I hold you in my heart.
A song so sweetly sung,
in the thunder of life's despair.
You raise the sun and warm us,
in a light only we can share.
May your voice ever echo through the corridors of my mind,
And your portrait ever grace the walls on either side.
First, last, and only of your kind.
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