The night Amy died;
it was Janis night,
Jimmy night, Jim night;
a lady smoked a cigar
outside a bar, had her
shoes delivered by car.
The light that burned,
so bright, got turned off;
it was Nina night,
blue moaning night,
no irony lost on the
punch drunk public.
Roll over long servers,
well behaved timers;
its was Amy night,
she entered on a bang
and like we all will,
exited on a whimper.
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