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Goodbye England's rose9 m' x# |2 w0 y5 V9 I1 j
May you ever grow in our hearts
/ n4 {$ T: d0 T) q. Z* N2 |You were the grace that placed itself4 N. T; m/ D( `$ ~$ l! J$ ?% _- S
Where lives were torn apart) h& Q+ U8 [; v# [) }
You called out to our country
$ \' _* }& |8 dAnd you whispered to those in pain% X: y" R4 L! `' i2 v
Now you belong to heaven% c- V# {; v" U8 Z2 S, |' j
And the stars spell out your name6 J5 ~: t0 s2 C# a7 h1 d
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And it seems to me you lived your life
2 w7 ~7 r7 m0 w, R# ILike a candle in the wind
0 T; ~8 n3 {6 ?Never fading with the sunset
8 u0 S- p2 z% WWhen the rain set in2 u& T# m1 c; U; P
And your footsteps will always fall here# r0 Y4 W# ~" Y& q( Z2 E+ A: d8 o
Along England's greenest hills
; |: @0 j z# i7 iYour candle's burned out long before
4 q% u/ I H+ k" ^Your legend ever will' s$ i0 C; s7 t$ g
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Loveliness we've lost: G# ^1 l3 z/ T
These empty days without your smile* a8 O- O( f2 D+ d: S+ h; U& _
This torch we'll always carry$ ?7 B6 e( ^" r& g: b
For our nation's golden child# R, l" r8 s. T. [2 U4 F- m
And even though we try8 x. \7 y9 e9 E) e! S! r2 u
The truth brings us to tears
/ H3 }/ Y- r$ h/ v" i/ p$ b7 I( cAll our words cannot express
2 u- ]5 \% ? Z mThe joy you brought us through the years
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And it seems to me you lived your life" a, o: g/ i& ~
Like a candle in the wind+ K! f+ k' x) B$ Q8 R! s
Never fading with the sunset
8 w0 w! g& F* L2 ^When the rain set in
: o, C3 Q# _& i" h% s2 H) S3 }And your footsteps will always fall here$ F# v) v5 v' v) J- m
Along England's greenest hills
. q4 P8 s' [9 SYour candle's burned out long before/ s2 G( Z& q9 V- z
Your legend ever will, f+ V+ U4 a0 q& t4 d p
! X: d1 H4 a* lGoodbye England's rose
) j' L% v$ O1 W" VMay you ever grow in our hearts+ u0 i! v7 F8 M2 W9 N$ [. R1 {, S
You were the grace that placed itself0 A$ l( h) @; ~) I: g; N$ v; _' p
Where lives were torn apart
6 @5 J# _4 T2 W9 fGoodbye England's rose( Z% z6 { p2 s( m2 f9 H
From a country lost without your soul/ Q& |1 k/ V1 w$ Q' O" Q9 Z
Who'll miss the wings of your compassion8 W* B, q/ L8 i
More than you'll ever know
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And it seems to me you lived your life$ i$ N" T2 ~3 x" |% d
Like a candle in the wind
; T/ N5 r- l) f- c* V* B9 jNever fading with the sunset, h& R" K# _8 o3 N; j) O
When the rain set in
/ P* |3 R$ [3 ^0 W$ T: S8 M6 L3 g* VAnd you footsteps will always fall here+ h) h( S' Q4 o" C! J+ H; p' }: v
Along England's greenest hills
/ {* c! A# [- y# A) _" ]+ T9 I3 R8 yYour candle's burned out long before h! y y/ D: V- y7 F5 {
Your legend ever will |
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