The Dragon's Dance π²πΊ
A Tale of Bruce Lee's Triumph and Tragedy ππ
In the land of the rising sun,
A man of legend had begun.
His name was Bruce, the Dragon's son,
A warrior, a master, second to none.
With fists of fury and heart of gold,
His moves were poetry, stories untold.
He soared through the air with grace untold,
And his spirit shone bright, a story to be told.
But fate had dealt him a cruel blow,
For the Dragon's dance was not to slow.
He left this world, a heart-wrenching woe,
And his fans were left with tears to flow.
Yet his spirit lives on, a legend's flame,
And his legacy remains, an immortal name.
For his Dragon's dance was more than a game,
It was a way of life, a spirit untamed.
So let us honor his memory today,
And let his Dragon's dance light the way.
For though he's gone, he's here to stay,
And his spirit will guide us, come what may.
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