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Fly with the angels, Bashir.
Go home and rest now.
We’re all mourning because of you;
Your popowlee is breaking our hearts around the town.
When we realize that you’re no longer here, Bashir,
Aye, our thoughts go to family!
We share in their pain and loss;
Our hearts, too, feel their agony.
Fly with the angels, Bashir.
Our good friend, go and take your rest.
Now, the sun shall no longer scorch you.
Now, your throat shall no longer thirst.
The earth is not our home, Bashir;
We are all sojourners here.
You came, you saw, you left.
So, go and rest till we meet over there.
Fly with the angels, Bashir;
Smile and be merry, for you have won.
Your good deeds shall speak for you.
In our hearts, your legacy lives on.
This was written by our contributing writer, Emmanuel Gleekia.
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