::THIS IS FOR IMRAN.(He just lost a Grandad) : Isn’t he lovely,the one with that buck tooth smile? Isn’t he lovely? Walk, walking with me and all his pains.My pains comes strolling, too.He tells of a sad story today, he tells of a crying tale. His eyes which are full of starlight loses their sparks…Their lovely beam turns dull with his ache.I love him, even like that.Cos he’s oh so lovely. He lost a love today, He came a little late. But does it matter that his love for a lost is true like the sky? He shrugged in his tired mind.I love him,even like that. Cos he’s oh so lovely. Lovely boy, dry your eyes…A million miles are waiting for you. Death never ends a relationship, it makes you love to live. Dry your eyes, lovely boy.Because I love you.::