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Goodbye England's rose
$ m, Q) q! U5 ]- J$ HMay you ever grow in our hearts
* V8 Z" @6 L. m; q: E6 t: _9 qYou were the grace that placed itself
3 I( H0 r) P; QWhere lives were torn apart. I+ G. V& Z+ |
You called out to our country% L' {# e6 B6 A/ R+ s
And you whispered to those in pain
4 F3 M5 }: R' G' qNow you belong to heaven) {; v! L7 e4 Z. k- @
And the stars spell out your name8 Q% m5 C( n- P% X6 a- W
; l* c) H4 @/ ]' f8 `6 R% @And it seems to me you lived your life& i/ [% L0 H$ {* q) m
Like a candle in the wind3 I- a0 }+ l' |
Never fading with the sunset
; M. `$ w" M ?% _( Z: X. @( C4 x UWhen the rain set in
# |! T4 Q- M& I9 p a" V, cAnd your footsteps will always fall here
4 r, h7 \# v4 A9 EAlong England's greenest hills1 c9 d$ i; H; H$ ]/ a
Your candle's burned out long before
! A. t: S0 c1 x, D$ c7 fYour legend ever will$ o0 X( F4 N+ S |( |8 e
2 z) i! \0 G7 p" M& E; V* tLoveliness we've lost6 \% M o0 @! z: r3 z. h
These empty days without your smile5 w4 F1 C. g+ O9 ?9 b0 p$ B3 @
This torch we'll always carry
* C; ~5 m/ K2 U; n# ?+ `4 x9 M! eFor our nation's golden child
2 c- @0 Q& a; y" BAnd even though we try1 n% y* T# i2 f' P1 m! E- ^
The truth brings us to tears9 j$ M, i) B+ T5 E" y5 `; T
All our words cannot express
* B) z7 ?4 n# \+ IThe joy you brought us through the years
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/ `: q/ [3 ^* v2 n) V" FAnd it seems to me you lived your life
1 k2 q+ k8 g7 Z* p9 G! ^5 JLike a candle in the wind" y' u; p( d( i$ u- f: m
Never fading with the sunset. j" [& w$ F+ ]! U0 O3 C. z) a
When the rain set in
# `7 z2 c) m$ W) x0 A" ?1 j cAnd your footsteps will always fall here
6 h8 `/ c3 Q+ gAlong England's greenest hills
) ^# `$ [! ^* @, J! M& ^Your candle's burned out long before9 j# I0 u* S* o5 s P
Your legend ever will' v, u9 D2 n/ e6 ^' g, U; |4 k
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Goodbye England's rose7 [! a# T% p( I3 ^; i
May you ever grow in our hearts( ?: A. A, X2 x1 ]
You were the grace that placed itself1 _& T- e. c1 R% u
Where lives were torn apart
: |8 U- T4 p' T) p! JGoodbye England's rose6 K9 M" J) n; p$ Y4 {
From a country lost without your soul
. i8 \& B3 O5 e$ W0 a0 tWho'll miss the wings of your compassion3 _& I4 l0 f4 z- @' |0 ^- k
More than you'll ever know
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6 ?; @, j4 S3 G# zAnd it seems to me you lived your life$ Y }1 s4 Y7 H
Like a candle in the wind
! H9 i0 N6 }5 e J" J0 A. P# DNever fading with the sunset3 s4 g% u7 J; Q- q5 t
When the rain set in! v) E7 `" D- o1 G4 C5 r2 |; M
And you footsteps will always fall here8 Y% e; W6 F: Q0 V
Along England's greenest hills
6 L+ P0 O' n# e9 yYour candle's burned out long before) Q; i* Z a0 z- U2 {) ]: {0 j! a% h
Your legend ever will |
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