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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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