Time to wave the lighters in the air, get out the hankies
and sing...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GLwA4P3QDk
Goodbye my Charcene.
Though I never knew you at all.
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you swarmed.
And they swarmed out of the woodside,
And on your flank they came,
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you lose your game.
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a Bw(I) in the wind,
Never knowing what to cling to
When the rain set in.
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid,
Your Bw(I) burned out long before
Your Kn(X) ever did.
Beserker was tough.
The toughest game you ever played.
Arabia created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid.
Even when you died
The score still hounded you-
All the dbmlist had to say
Was that Graham was found in the nude.
Goodbye my Charcene.
Though I never knew you at all.
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you swarmed.
Goodbye my Charcene.
From the young man in 22nd place
Who sees you as something more than sexual,
More than just Arabo-Aramean.
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