He loved them all
and spoke his heart
Then cried in pain
and left a mark
In classes and corners
upon hopes and dreams
He loved them all
and left a trace
Across angry seas
and tough nights
He thought of them
and dropped a tear
In rainy moments
on moonless nights
He recalled the kiss
and said a prayer
He is the sweetest of them all
and the nicest of the lot
He is my friend
and I call him Jits
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