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Richard Harris took a final
bow.
His spirit lifts away to its maker now.
And for his work, not to be forgot,
There is the haunting film of Camelot.
Through the years trials and troubles came,
That play always took away my pain.
For whatever reason who knows why.
Maybe it was to realize King's too, cry.
Mr. Harris was said to be a private person,
For this I think I understand his reason.
"It's evening from December to December,
That once a fleeting wisp of glory to remember,"
"Called Camelot,"
And Richard Harris, "Not to be Forgot." |
