Aaron Pile
We loved his music,
The years we knew him best.
We,
We thought we knew him
But none,
No,
None could guess.
A witch he met in college.
She took him far away.
From all he cared
And stood for,
Till late one winter day he vanished.
He fled
He went away
She took him away!
And it was snowing outside.
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