| If it be your will to speak
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| Of memories we often shared
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| Talk to me of days gone by
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| Think of love and not despair
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| And when I’m gone, we’ll meet again
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| As often do the closest friends
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| So dry your eyes, and lay me down
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| I tell you this is not the end
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| And if someone must take my place
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| For I’ll be gone the longest time
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| I’ll wait, and I will understand
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| A heart of thorns must leave the mind
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| But when in time, I see your face
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| The scars will fade, the heart will mend
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| So dry your eyes, and lay me down
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| I tell you this is not the end
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| And from today, I wish you joy
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| From this day, I wish you peace
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| I hope that life will pass you by
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| As softly as the falling leaves
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| And when your heart is full again
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| Raise a glass for me my friend
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| And dry your eyes, and lay me down
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| I tell you this is not the end
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| Oh, dry your eyes, and lay me down
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| I tell you this is not the end |