We were all witnesses growing up
The way you moved shook stadiums
The way you sang touched our souls
The magic you created started mystery
The glove, Never-land Ranch, the nose
You will always be the King of Pop
A true humanitarian, an original Apollo great
We all love & miss you Michael Jackson
The Thriller will live on no matter what they say
Oct 28, 2009
Oct 28, 2009 at 11:00 PM UTC
We were all witnesses growing up
The way you moved shook stadiums
The way you sang touched our souls
The magic you created started mystery
The glove, Never-land Ranch, the nose
You will always be the King of Pop
A true humanitarian, an original Apollo great
We all love & miss you Michael Jackson
The Thriller will live on no matter what they say
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