Oh Heath, my friend, I'm saddened that you're gone... LIke a passing orb, your shine did not last long; And though we never got the chance to truly meet, I'd call you 'friend,' for your stage-born roles were always a gift and a treat.
Ten things I love about you, I could pen, But crude lists cannot capture hearts of men; So I'll speak out a prayer in this small space: That Jokers die with smiles on their face.
You gave yourself too dearly to the greedy world, Heath, But so you shall live on in it and us, despite your death.
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Oh Heath, my friend, I'm saddened that you're gone...
LIke a passing orb, your shine did not last long;
And though we never got the chance to truly meet,
I'd call you 'friend,' for your stage-born roles were always a gift and a treat.
Ten things I love about you, I could pen,
But crude lists cannot capture hearts of men;
So I'll speak out a prayer in this small space:
That Jokers die with smiles on their face.
You gave yourself too dearly to the greedy world, Heath,
But so you shall live on in it and us, despite your death.
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