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Connecting people with his music

Reaching out to everyone

Melancholic, psychedelic,

Used his guitar as a gun


Cavern at the age of sixteen

Soon playing on any scene

A rebel and a muse to all teens

Returned his MBE to the Queen

Used the Revolver to get around

Never compromised the sound

A burning flame needed wood

Some people misunderstood

Many years of fame,

Lennon was his name

Four gunshots in the back

And everything went black


Legacy so great

Affecting our faith

Stood up strong, rarely wrong

The Dreamweaver is gone

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