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FIO MARAVIJA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA, PE PE PE PE ...... BRIGITTE BARDOT BARDOT BRIGITTE BARDOT BARDOT LA LA LA LA LA. ...

It seems like years, when told I cried.
The night I heard Sid Vicious died.
Born in nineteen fifty seven, fun and young a punk in heaven.
The years that stopped at twenty one were full and loud,
a crazy song of drugs and sex and frenzied shows with laughter,
tears, the highs and lows.
Spiked and black, wild forest hair, you walked they stopped and turned to stare.
Gentle giant the friend of we who copy those we'll never be.
Eyes of youth that stare you cold from photos yellow, torn and old.
That look, that smile, he stole my life, and married death a greedy wife.
She robbed your soul denied our dream.
She haunts me now I wake and scream.
Body drenched by cold sweat, I miss the man I never met.

(Neil D Thompson 2.5.80)

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