| My friend, we can’t forget you
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| As you wanted us to do.
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| This letter you’ve written…
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| These words… Your last deed.
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| We can’t forget, we can’t forget
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| The one you used to be.
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| But we will always smile
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| When we’ll think about…
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| These great moments of joy and happiness.
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| But there is something
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| That we won’t forget either,
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| That will always be present
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| In our souls and in our minds:
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| Whenever we smile,
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| We can’t take away this taste
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| That lingers in our mouths
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| (The) taste of eternal regret.
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| We miss you my beloved friend,
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| More than we thought it was possible.
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| We miss you my beloved friend,
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| It will never be the same (again).
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| (Be)cause all this time, all this time we’ve
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| Passed together has changed us.
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| All this time, all this time
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| Obsess our thoughts every day.
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| And everyday we’ll have a thought
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| For the soil in which you lay. |