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Asimov

Lyrics: Maureen S. O'Brien, Apr. 29, 1992
To the tune of: "Shadowcat", Mike Whitaker

All robots, bow your heads;
Galactic Empires, mourn --
For your Creator's dead
From whom you all were born.
Psychohistory can't predict what
He'd have written next;
Where he's gone, even Lije Baley
And R.Daneel cannot detect.

Asimov, Asimov, now your light is gone.
Frightened by your sudden nightfall, we must still go on.

Most of us never met him.
Others called him friend.
Each reader is his griever
Now he's met his end.
Worst the pain for wife and family
(Who) watched the grave above --
We have lost a well-loved writer;
Janet's lost her love.

Asimov, Asimov, never thought you'd die.
We were so surprised to hear it, we could barely cry.

Typewriters stopped forever
With his flying hands;
He'll never take us with him
To more alien lands.
He's left to us his lifetime,
All his work and drive.
All the dreams he wrote and fought for
We must keep alive.

Asimov, Asimov, all we've learned and seen
From your books and in your stories keeps your memory green.

All robots bow your heads,
Galactic Empires, mourn --
For your creator's dead
From whom you all were born. Ohh

Asimov, Asimov, now your light is gone.
Frightened by your sudden nightfall, somehow we go on....


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