The sun will shine a little less brighter,

The sky will cry a little more,

The day will end with silent mourning from all around,

The world lost a great man, a loving grandfather,

But heavens will be greeted with a new angel,

Because you’ve left earth,

you’ve left life,

you’ve left us.

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