With the death of some dream, the sun gives day birth. Like standing bird mapping flight, be the window my perch.
Like them all I must name it, for songs it will sing. How I play in it's body, good memory it did bring.
I am proud of my child, of vibrant youth and graceful age. Against brother and sister, history's meaning will I wage.
Sandman too soon returns, thought and energy to provide. For the name of tomorrow, grows steadily inside.
Chad Lane RIP
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