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Under the breath of the moon, a little crowd stood for him. It was gone too soon.
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The little flames of their candle fire shone like diamonds in the sky; he was such a star .
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Thoughts of each individual standing for this procession vibrated in very rapid unstable frequencies.
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The silence across the night was not quiet. It was as loud as the trumpet of the last day because everybody could hear it; It was his own rapture.
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This same silence was as smooth as glass because everybody could feel it. How ironic as the demise of this good man.
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a very bright lightening flashed to capture the sad moment for the sake of posterity.
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The thunder roared like a large crowd in a revolt. It was obviously in agreement with the question in the hearts of the people "why do the good die young?"
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The heavens heartbroken at the sight of such pain going down on Earth, opened it's eyes and rained tears upon the sad night.
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Maya stood under heaven's tears amidst her's, her last words " This was not the TOGETHER you promised Jimmy"
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