| Pretty soon youll be able to remember him
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| Lying in the garden singing
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| Right where hell always be The door is always open
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| This is the place that I loved him
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| And these are the friends that he had
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| Long may the mountain ring
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| To the sounds of his laughter
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| And he goes on and on In his soft wind I will whisper
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| In his warm sun I will glisten
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| Will we see him once again
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| In a world without end
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| We owe it all to frank sinatra
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| The song was playing as he walked into the room
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| After the long weekend
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| They were a lifetime together
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| Appearing in the eyes of children
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| In the clear blue mountain view
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| The colouring in the sky
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| And painting ladders to heaven
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| And he goes on and on In his soft wind I will whisper
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| In his warm sun I will glisten
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| Till we see him once again
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| In a world without end
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| In his soft wind I will whisper
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| In his warm sun I will glisten
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| And I always will remember
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| In a world without end
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| He goes on He goes on |