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The nights of magic
ended
The night both mothers died.
Guitars replacing silence
For every tear they cried.
They met one autum
evening
They both found their guitars
So little did they know then
That they would soon be stars.
So many things in
common
Despite their tender age.
So many songs were written
From love, from angst and rage
A third child found
the leaders
And followed them around
Just putting in his efforts
And standing for his ground.
One day the new
addition
Took his guitar and played.
The leader of the band said
"Okay, lad, you can stay."
And this is how the
number
Increased from two to three.
The future was still waiting
And would soon make them free.
A fourth lad came one
evening
An artist with such flair
Good looking, dark sunglasses
And a talent here and there.
His friend thought
he’d be handy
To have him in the band.
But one was quite unhappy
With the new bass-playing man.
Together they went
places,
To Germany they fled.
And played for endless evenings,
Unpaid, and badly fed.
When they returned
from Hamburg
The boys had turned to men.
And they were playing better
Than anyone else then.
The artist friend,
bass player
Decided to stay behind.
He then got ill, and fainted.
The next evening, he died.
The shock was great
for the others
But life would still go on.
And now they needed someone
Who could play their drums.
They found a friend
and brother
With style, a beard and rings.
But most important thing was
The way he did his thing…
He played just like
no other,
The drumsticks in his hand.
The other three decided,
"That’s it, he’s in the band."
They rocked out in a
cellar
And crowds began to hear
About four boys from "Hamburg"
Good rock for best of ears.
The nights were
really busy
The club was always full.
Of cats and birds exhausted
From days at work and school.
One day, a man in
business
Who heard them play and sing
Was so enchanted by them, he said
"They are the next big thing".
"I’ll take
them out of leather,
I’ll make them shave and bathe.
They’ll be so big forever
Once they get out of that cave."
And so, the boys got
cleaner.
Wore suits and shirts and ties.
But for their town of Liverpool
It was a sad goodbye.
Soon, the country
stole them
And carried them away.
The band became the biggest band
In history that day.
Within a year of
touring
The world soon heard them play.
And so they went from England
And into the USA.
It was so great a
moment
That they could not believe
That four guys that played beat music
Could really be so big.
They toured and
played in concerts
That nobody could hear.
Screaming of teenagers
Was so painful to hear.
Till one day, they
got tired
Dropped their things on the floor.
They would no longer play,
They could take the screams no more.
And so they just made
records
That no one had before.
A style uniquely exclusive
Of them, the big Fab Four.
Their music was
amazing
And for a long, long while
No one could ever copy
Such great a flair and style
They headed off to
India
To think about their lives.
And meditated seriously
Throughout both day and night.
One day, the boys
kept fighting
And it was sad to say
The friendship that united them
Had simply gone astray.
The boys were now so
distant
That it was sad to see
How four so close together
Would now be turned to three.
The founder of such
wonder
Was the first to quit the band.
His friend was so heartbroken,
He sued to make his stand.
The four were very
bitter
For years and years and years.
One year for every struggle
And one for every tear.
One day the most
successful
Decided to make amends.
Despite the angered feud,
He still regarded him a friend.
They talked, and it
was settled.
The whole thing was at peace.
The cute one hoped the band would
Come back in later years.
But sadness shocked
the world
When a madman with a gun
Shot one of them, no mercy.
He did it for the fun.
The world would cry
in anguish.
The loss was mean and cruel.
His friend, his first true soulmate
Could not believe it true.
And life went on with
sadness
In those who were alive.
One day the three decided
To bring it back to life.
Now old, they got
together
And played a song or two.
They made a documentary
That told the story through.
They hoped their dear
friend, murdered,
Would hear them from above.
They played his compositions:
Free As a Bird, and Real Love.
The friendship was
now glowing
'Cos it had never died.
True love just stays forever
When you have it inside.
One evening, under
rainclouds,
A dark and rainy day,
The third friend sighed a final sigh
And his life just slipped away.
A yearlong, he had
battled
With a hard and mean disease.
When he drew that final breath
His soul was already at ease.
The others were quite
broken.
The band was now so through.
To think that they had once been four,
And now were only two.
The two old men now
cherish
The memories the have.
Because they know, they soon will go
And it’s good to make love last.
True friendships
never falter.
They are forever true.
Until the day is over…
Until our lives are through.
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