I started to sing your songs when I was 16, and I didn't know the tragedy of a man I so admired. Why do I have to fall inlove with such a man of talent? So far and so unreachable, this is a frustration I can't quite shake off my existence. Meanwhile, I do believe that you and I will grow old together, and I will make sure that my children will know of your greatness and yes, your amazing vocal range! Well anyway, jeff, if ever you visit earth, can you visit me? Lets have wine and pasta together, or go to a burger joint that has an essence of the past, or a diner, preferably a 90's diner. Which will sickeningly remind me of you, that you are dead, an angel that fell on the ears of the millions of a few selected people. Exclusively in on your secrets, your life. We are one behind you. We oftentimes think about you, share your death stories to people who don't know you, your songs will be sung for centuries, I know so. I am very sure, for I will be the one singing them, lullabies for my children, even though they might be multicultural. Anyway, your voice is the sex, the body and the soul of my current vision of life, sad, a little nostalgic but forever 90's. Jeff Buckley, we could be so happy baby.
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