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O he was a man of the most exquisite taste; Unlike most of the bovine, tawdry human race. He was highly advanced in all aspects of the Arts. He was adept at expanding his consciousness. O he created worlds of incredible bliss! He was a cultured pied piper; changing minds & hearts. He wore myriad masks, as he was so profound. In many ways, he was both a prophet and clown. He possessed, in spades, both substance and style. And retained the immaculate dreams of a child. I wonder if one like him will ever rise again? He was truly heaven sent; an angel among ape men. He remained apart from all petty minded tribes. His unique vision could never be compromised. I think of him when I'm among amorphous crowds, And I always spot silver linings in the clouds!

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