| Not too many gathered
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| On this rainy afternoon
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| Some cried this old gardener
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| They’ll forget by the new moon
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| Hated by most
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| Those he loved were few
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| And what have you done with your life?
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| Asked the old man at the door
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| With who did you share all your love?
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| All your love
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| They walked into a hall
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| And stood in the centre
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| Mirror covered walls
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| Where his whole life was played through
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| I guess I have wasted my life
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| Realised the old gardener
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| I’ve never loved anyone in my life
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| In my life
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| He cried alone for days
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| They could feel the coldness from his heart
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| Chilling them away
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| So they took him back home
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| In a field enlightened by a sun
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| From a near future
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| And he stood still in the wind
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| Amazed by the beauty of a tree
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| Of a tree
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| Young lovers' first kiss immortalised
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| Thanks to you
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| And the birds have a home to sleep at night
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| Because of you
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| Children dancing around
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| And their laughter sings in Heaven
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| Thanks to you
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| Have you seen their eyes?
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| The joy on a summer day
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| Memories will never fade away
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| You have touched their lives
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| No one could ever say
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| But there lives the meaning
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| Of your passage yesterday
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| Have you seen their eyes?
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| Have you seen their eyes?
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| The joy on a summer day
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| Memories will never fade away
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| You have touched their lives
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| Touched in so many ways
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| For there lives the meaning
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| Of your passage yesterday
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| Have you seen their eyes? |