Do you know what?
Tomorrow never comes.
Well it didn't for you.
Sweet baby blue.
Blazing voice.
Swallowed by success.
A musical soul.
Through your veins ran such talent.
Opened your mouth and pleasure flowed.
What once was magic.
Bought forth wretched tragedy.

Talent damaged by a life of dreams of lemonade bubbles.
Lemonade full of trouble.
Hubble bubble.
Double trouble.

A diamond in the rough.
Tragic ending.
My god.
The loss of such amazing talent.
Amy sweet Amy.
Queen of the voice.
Sleep well.
Feed the ears of the world.
Still dance in the shadows.
You may in persona be gone.
Powerful voice without end.
Tomorrow and for many more tomorrows  we keep you near in heart and mind.
Tales  of being taken much too soon.
Of your sad loss the tales are true
Sleep long and peaceful.
Peachy lady.
Only the good die young.
(c)Livvi



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Olivia Kent