I heard of your escape from this world a week or so in the past.
You have been someone so gentle, so understanding, some one
I am sad to know will not be shining on the planes of this
reality anymore.
You have lost your personal war against the Neoplasm.
Now you are a Crane flying in the sky, your call to the
living is heard when we look into the the lonely blue
sky.
One day I will die too and join you in that Flock
of Cranes.
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