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May 2015
Ray
He was a fighter,
The mankind's pride.
He made world brighter,
He gave us light.
No matter how or where or when
He was unique, unchanging man.

Mr.Charles is our all,
With him we're not afraid to fall.
How many times he faced the edge,
He stayed with pride on endless ledge.
He didn't see the world as we,
But saw it bigger,deeper, free!
The world of passion and endless spree!

He passed all circles of the hell,
Through blood and tears, through fights and pain.
He opened eyes he rung the bell,
He's one who starts and ends the rain.

Ray wasn't perfect, aint godlike...
Filled with blood and beating heart,
But that's a proof that everyone,
Is beautiful, is special one.
Just open eyes, look around,
Those miracles are waiting to be found!
Aleksandrs Babahodzajevs
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