He had die young, bury him in satin
Lay him down on a bed of roses
Sink him in the river at dawn
Send him away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life, well
He had just enough time
Lay him down on a bed of roses
Sink him in the river at dawn
Send him away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life, well
He had just enough time
Farewell Mr. Jobs. You are epitome of “Not how many breaths you take but the moment that takes your breath away”
May you rest in peace.
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