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Heard round the world,
Shots rang in the night.
One man shattered the mold,
That kept us warm and bright.
He died on his step,
In the empty garden.
That night we never slept,
Our hearts began to harden.
Taken so young in life,
He gave peace it's chance.
We let him down with our
strife,
Now, never again to see him
dance.
December 8, 1995
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Written
in Memory of, and Dedicated to
John Ono Lennon
October 9, 1940 - December 8, 1980
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