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You topple over and cease to breathe.
You have died of natural causes.
Once upon a time there was a tiny sprite
he loved the music, he lived to fight,
so he left his home that was far west
and roamed the kingdoms to become the best.
He had one dream, a maestro to become,
many instruments he learnt, not just the drum,
and he worked on his voice that was smooth and sweet
but also loud and clear in the battle heat.
He fought the undead, demons and ghosts
from the southern lands, to the northern coasts,
and don't you think he was not afraid
even when a city he saved from the emperor's raid.
Maybe you met him, and on your shoulder he sat
to sing a song or just to chat,
and if he liked you, he hopped on your head
now sing a song, the virtuoso is dead.
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