From India his light appeared<\/p>\n
and a tribute to him, for he<\/p>\n
had the kind of voice<\/p>\n
that dreams were made of<\/p>\n
and we see<\/p>\n
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such melodies confronting us<\/p>\n
surrounding us, their sound<\/p>\n
Sebastian Bede he does succeed<\/p>\n
in making our hearts pound<\/p>\n
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close-ups and echoes follow<\/p>\n
as memories to flow<\/p>\n
glimpses of \u00a0our past romance<\/p>\n
winging too and fro<\/p>\n
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expectantly we wait<\/p>\n
his dulcet tones<\/p>\n
reach to our heart<\/p>\n
then fade into oblivion<\/p>\n
as it begins to start<\/p>\n
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a sadness that so great a voice<\/p>\n
is no longer here<\/p>\n
strutting its stuff<\/p>\n
sharing his puff<\/p>\n
his silence now is dear<\/p>\n
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a blood shot eye<\/p>\n
its hard to lie<\/p>\n
the music turns us on<\/p>\n
to higher things<\/p>\n
it kind of brings<\/p>\n
a sadness as we don<\/p>\n
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Love a fleeting moment<\/p>\n
if only we had been<\/p>\n
closer to our hero<\/p>\n
his sadness could have seen<\/p>\n
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his darkness could have lightened<\/p>\n
his hopelessness we saw<\/p>\n
he came and \u00a0brought his message<\/p>\n
and almost reached our door<\/p>\n
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his silk suits showed us everything<\/p>\n
he stole our eyes and we<\/p>\n
were savaged by his soul urge<\/p>\n
he sits in our memory<\/p>\n
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a bubbling \u00a0effervescent<\/p>\n
who wants to live at all<\/p>\n
who wants to live forever<\/p>\n
can we, answer his call?<\/p>\n
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his melodies will live with us<\/p>\n
his silhouette we see<\/p>\n
his death touched us<\/p>\n
whoever we were<\/p>\n
he was no mystery<\/p>\n
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an artist first and foremost<\/p>\n
a voice that took its toll<\/p>\n
it came from the \u00a0nether regions<\/p>\n
straight out of his soul<\/p>\n
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every single sinew<\/p>\n
took on the crotchets sway<\/p>\n
rose, each score was clearly<\/p>\n
part of every day#<\/p>\n
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his energy seemed tireless<\/p>\n
he headed such a cast<\/p>\n
Queen took on \u00a0our hearts and minds<\/p>\n
and did it with a BLAST<\/p>\n
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the limelight never phased him<\/p>\n
his shadow took him too<\/p>\n
a place where people listened<\/p>\n
and felt all he did do<\/p>\n
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soaring to oblivion<\/p>\n
reaching to the sky<\/p>\n
sucking in the atmosphere<\/p>\n
feeling every sigh<\/p>\n
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born to always love you<\/p>\n
he was born to be<\/p>\n
heading up a great band<\/p>\n
into eternity<\/p>\n
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totally unconventional<\/p>\n
AN ORIGINAL LETS SAY<\/p>\n
who soared to sights unimaginable<\/p>\n
that was Freddies way<\/p>\n
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the audiences were mesmerized<\/p>\n
his stature was supreme<\/p>\n
he was the light in lime light<\/p>\n
in fact he had always been<\/p>\n
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white his favourite colour<\/p>\n
with Brian on guitar<\/p>\n
rising to the very top<\/p>\n
in real life such a star<\/p>\n
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reality was never really<\/p>\n
there for him to share<\/p>\n
his world was the experience<\/p>\n
a moot point but a rare<\/p>\n
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flair he had for capturing<\/p>\n
the hearts and minds of all<\/p>\n
his eyes<\/p>\n
deep profound gentle eyes<\/p>\n
and how \u00a0our tears did fall<\/p>\n
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when we heard his eyes had closed<\/p>\n
his sunken form was gone<\/p>\n
the lime light would feel the same<\/p>\n
for in us he lives on<\/p>\n
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From India his light appeared and a tribute to him, for he had the kind of voice that dreams were made of and we see such melodies confronting us surrounding us, their sound Sebastian Bede he does succeed in … Continue reading