He's up on the roof.
John watches ahead.
They thought he's a fake.
Now Sherlock is dead.
His days grew old.
His miracles gone
Sherlock didn't come back,
So John moved right on.
There's no more clients
With cases to free
So the doors remain closed
at 221B.....
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I little poem for you :)
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
