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本帖最后由 JoyceAccSG 于 2012-11-29 18:44 编辑 6 f. _/ t) k( b& ~0 g" p
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8 B7 Z% |8 Q9 h$ FGoodbye England's rose
5 f7 ^9 u1 [, \# R0 o5 @May you ever grow in our hearts2 F3 e. u; j) z4 x; H5 v# d
You were the grace that placed itself
- Z6 X: s- |+ h5 S" r5 QWhere lives were torn apart
& j" T* D3 h8 t4 WYou called out to our country
: A! z+ y/ R+ a6 T- u1 yAnd you whispered to those in pain
) V- @% C( w" K' b PNow you belong to heaven! \, `- K) ?. I8 z- g
And the stars spell out your name
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y+ ~6 `8 F/ S% L) V) \And it seems to me you lived your life& h8 W$ h" }3 s% _ _: a5 ?
Like a candle in the wind( |; Z& I5 J# i* P: c6 i
Never fading with the sunset- G9 a$ b/ ?) X; e
When the rain set in
w! A i) ~/ ]4 v) _9 BAnd your footsteps will always fall here
" d0 I" N9 D8 sAlong England's greenest hills! k- N3 b# Q) a' S) r* ^
Your candle's burned out long before
+ U' S" E6 D% W) C0 z& L# KYour legend ever will5 }6 u- r# `" C" U0 p5 Q r1 F6 l
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Loveliness we've lost
) B+ d! D* q" S( C4 s( GThese empty days without your smile% K' p5 Y9 |" q) n: w: T7 K
This torch we'll always carry
5 f6 ^. h! f; p7 r: P, tFor our nation's golden child. q( z: u6 r# ^
And even though we try
" C G K- s JThe truth brings us to tears
! \% w& ^, B# y, \All our words cannot express
3 {# ^4 Z) E0 T/ qThe joy you brought us through the years
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And it seems to me you lived your life
' i8 X6 d$ D3 o: MLike a candle in the wind. ?$ E" `) @- Q8 c) w& X& b' j
Never fading with the sunset
2 h0 h& j7 [& i; p) \$ Y PWhen the rain set in. w2 k! d2 ~/ Y& o& @; }$ A2 m
And your footsteps will always fall here+ R! i. q' _# v+ r( q% V( P# h
Along England's greenest hills5 z- u/ D* {, i; X, f/ Y" Q* H
Your candle's burned out long before$ l3 e3 u; n4 K- P
Your legend ever will
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0 _5 T4 y8 \: ~3 A2 CGoodbye England's rose
@1 D6 m$ B7 `* S5 w, bMay you ever grow in our hearts6 W, c# w: _; I! P2 i! F0 C }
You were the grace that placed itself; M" y; e$ A) H: r0 y) _' B( U
Where lives were torn apart; j2 Z% W% A8 V9 N/ \6 l
Goodbye England's rose
+ a7 N; |! j& DFrom a country lost without your soul
5 B v) p: O* V# [Who'll miss the wings of your compassion
5 f+ B5 b P( E: F: }' yMore than you'll ever know+ ?9 m# M6 ]* `$ w! Z5 z5 t% R
9 P |8 T; u2 O9 K( W0 M2 r% i0 sAnd it seems to me you lived your life. {, _* Z! k8 L7 l4 o* q2 A' r
Like a candle in the wind+ ~- O/ P1 H8 g5 C0 c0 C8 b
Never fading with the sunset
0 Q1 f# Z# Z8 a& U- t& |5 UWhen the rain set in
' G1 H; Z' @3 b/ IAnd you footsteps will always fall here
' p* @) o: R% C" H# y& _5 Z, _5 J# P" uAlong England's greenest hills
/ Q3 d' ?3 g7 WYour candle's burned out long before
+ N" p) Y- l. C$ c6 V2 QYour legend ever will |
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