Alone he came
As a result of when he came.
Because of that one cum
A child is welcomed to the world of harm

All his life feed ham
Without his helping hands in the farm.
His life sweet as honey
Never once short of money.

Like the rising sun he thought he was
But the setting sun he was
Like a rock he fell
From glory to hell

A once graceful firm
Now a grass standing firm
Thought to be a shooting star
Was a meteorite leaving a scar.

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