| When death shall close these eyelids
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| And this heart shall cease to beat
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| And they lay me down to rest
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| In some flowery bound retreat
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| Will you miss me?
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| (Miss me when I’m gone)
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| Will you miss me?
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| (Miss me when I’m gone)
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| Will you miss me?
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| (Miss me when I’m gone)
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| Will you miss me when I’m gone?
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| Perhaps you’ll plant a flower
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| On my poor unworthy grave
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| Come and sit along beside me
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| When the roses nod and wave
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| Will you miss me?
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| (Miss me when I’m gone)
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| Will you miss me?
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| (Miss me when I’m gone)
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| Will you miss me?
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| (Miss me when I’m gone)
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| Will you miss me when I’m gone?
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| One sweet thought my soul shall cherish
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| When this fleeting life has flown
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| This sweet thought will cheer when dying
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| Will you miss me when I’m gone?
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| When these lips shall never more
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| Press a kiss upon thy brow
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| But lie cold and still in death
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| Will you love me then as now?
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| Will you miss me?
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| (Miss me when I’m gone)
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| Will you miss me?
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| (Miss me when I’m gone)
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| Will you miss me?
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| (Miss me when I’m gone)
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| Will you miss me when I’m gone? |