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HE LEFT THIS WORLD ON A COLD DARK NIGHT, HE NEVER GOT TO SEE THE NEXT MORNING LIGHT. MY BEST FRIEND, LIKE A BROTHER OF MINE, SEEMS HE WAS TAKEN AWAY BEFORE HIS TIME. HE WAS A LOVER OF MUSIC AND AS I RECALL AN ENEMY OF NONE AND A FRIEND TO US ALL. BUTCH, WHEN THE LIGHT GOES DIM AND YOU SEE NOTHING BUT DARK, REMEMBER I LOVE YOU, YOUR FRIEND MARK.
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BUTCH DOING ONE OF THE THINGS HE LOVED BEST
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HIS FINAL RESTING PLACE
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