because I don't think that is what
she would want me to say.
Burn brightly in every flame,
blow fiercely in every storm-wind,
laugh joyfully in the throats of all the wolves,
Leigh Ann Hussey,
taken from your loved ones too soon.
I was only a fan.
I never got up the nerve to ask you
if you'd play a guest violin solo
on one of my CDs.
I suppose it makes sense
that a human body could only contain
a spirit like yours for 44 years,
instead of twice as long as can happen with quieter souls.
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