| I know he’ll never be forgotten
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| Long as there’s still sound
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| He was a king uncrowned
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| Not all kings are given crowns
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| I know I’ll always remember
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| Always
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| The warmth
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| All his warmth
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| Of his sound
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| Was in his sound
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| Lingers so long I’m sure he’s still around
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| Still around… Those who’ve heard
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| For all those who’ve heard
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| Truly, they repeat him yet
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| Even yet
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| So those who hear won’t forget
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| And the ever-present sound
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| That abounds in his praise
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| Echos throughout the universe
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| For endless spans of time uncountable
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| By days
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| The pretty little piquant passages
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| Clifford played
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| They are with us now
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| And I’m positive that they will endure
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| Should time and sacred circumstance allow
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| Yes, they’ll live forever
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| Oh, yes, I remember Clifford now
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| Seems I always feel that Clifford’s spirit’s
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| Hangin' roun' me somehow
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| We remember
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| Each and every single day
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| I hear his lovely trumpet tone
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| Such exquisite singing
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| In every horn that seems to have a sound
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| That’s all its own
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| So somebody tell me how
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| How can we ever day for certain
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| Someone that played
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| Like Clifford Brown could play
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| Could really be said to have gone away
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| I only know that I hear him now
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| And I believe that I always will
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| You’ve got to believe
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| I remember Clifford still, yes I hear him still
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| I know he’ll never be forgotten
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| He was a king uncrowned
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| I know I’ll always remember '
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| Member Clifford Brown
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| I’ll always remember Clifford Brown |