| 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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| The warmth of his sound
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| Lingering long I’m sure he’s still around
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| For those who heard they respect him yet
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| So those who hear won’t forget
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| The sound of each phrase
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| Echoing time uncoantable by days
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| The things he played are with us now
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| And they’ll endure should time allow
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| Oh yes I remember Clifford
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| I seem to always fed him near somehow
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| Every day I hear his lovely tone
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| In every trumpet sound that has a beauty all its own
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| So how can we say something so real has really gone away?
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| I hear him now, I always will
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| Believe me I remember Clifford still |