In Montreal he was born, A man of poetry and song, His words like jewels adorn, Melodies that carry us along.
With a voice so deep and rich, He sang of love and pain, A troubadour without a hitch, His words flowed like a train.
Suzanne, Hallelujah, and more, His songs we all know so well, Each one a treasure to adore, Their meanings we still tell.
In suits of black and fedoras, He stood upon the stage, A man of passion and personas, A timeless musical sage.
He left us with his legacy, A gift that will not fade, His music, an eternal elegy, For a poet and singer, we shall not trade.
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