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I woke up this morning,
Thinking all was well,
Pop over to Ammy’s
And right into Hell.
He told me you’re gone,
You’d passed in the night,
The pain was too much and
You gave up the fight.
There’ll be no more mad quizzes
The daft jokes gone too,
Sam, you were the best
We will all miss you.