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fatally shot at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, Tennessee, on April 4, 1968, at 6:01 p.m. CST. He was rushed to St. Joseph's Hospital, where he died at 7:05 p.m.

Why? (The King of Love Is Dead) [Live]Nina Simone

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Dearest, It is snowing, grotesquely snowing, upon the small faces of the dead. • Anne Sexton and Sappy Mirthday to Joan of Arc and Singleton and Doctorow and Bernhard and Atkinson and Sandburg and Barrett

When It's Cold I'd Like to Die (LP Version)Moby & Mimi Goese

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She was a January girl, she never let on how insane it was in that tiny kinda scary house by the woods… and Sappy Mirthday to Loggia and Tolkien and Gibson and Pugh and Leone and Davies and Negri and Sturges and Wong and Milland

Black - Dove Tori Amos

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The snow came down last night like moths Burned on the moon; it fell till dawn, Covered the town with simple cloths. Absolute snow lies rumpled on What shellbursts scattered and deranged, Entangled railings, crevassed lawn. As if it did not know they'd changed, Snow smoothly clasps the roofs of homes Fear-gutted, trustless and estranged. The ration stacks are milky domes; Across the ammunition pile The snow has climbed in sparkling combs. You think: beyond the town a mile Or two, this snowfall fills the eyes Of soldiers dead a little while. Persons and persons in disguise, Walking the new air white and fine, Trade glances quick with shared surprise. At children's windows, heaped, benign, As always, winter shines the most, And frost makes marvelous designs. The night guard coming from his post, Ten first-snows back in thought, walks slow And warms him with a boyish boast: He was the first to see the snow. First Snow In Alsace by Richard Wilbur