The Young Prince

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Once lived a boy who's smile was as bright as the sun
His hair shined when he would run
Those golden locs now matted with blood
He gave his last smile before he rose above
This boy reminded us of yellow roses
The same roses surrounding his grave
Where his brother weeps
But the boy did not hear
In his never-ending sleep
I myself may have not known this child
But we welcome him still
He joins his mother in the sky
Though dead he is happy
This young boy's name was Tommy
Prince of Happiness and everlasting light

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