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本帖最后由 JoyceAccSG 于 2012-11-29 18:44 编辑 : a7 h; H5 B" m) h& }
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5 K: p5 }- b$ g" F& @Goodbye England's rose* n- l% x8 j }6 s. o+ A6 b( y2 _
May you ever grow in our hearts. Z2 _' x4 Y: l7 \7 G
You were the grace that placed itself/ Y, ^1 M2 t$ I% ^5 Y5 y& K
Where lives were torn apart' c2 p. V8 s4 _0 O8 J- J( D9 m" I
You called out to our country
9 s h9 ?# c" x7 e" tAnd you whispered to those in pain8 v4 E) `) ?; P) C2 Y+ d
Now you belong to heaven% U# h# n: d- P2 ?7 `7 C
And the stars spell out your name8 x/ p; C7 `8 m4 u: ?
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And it seems to me you lived your life
1 J# G: ~5 |9 ~! PLike a candle in the wind, r8 j; i+ J5 j, T$ Q
Never fading with the sunset
* p* O# E- b8 H7 rWhen the rain set in! }! z0 L. ^2 w: ~5 w
And your footsteps will always fall here
_* b# G) G& b' bAlong England's greenest hills7 R$ k4 j9 u; b, s% l1 Y
Your candle's burned out long before
# r v7 y9 U( K4 n- W1 P/ GYour legend ever will6 S) S2 ?" l* p, _( T
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Loveliness we've lost' `- e: y2 Z( i2 a/ }
These empty days without your smile7 d0 r2 z" G/ F7 |! N3 n& a Q
This torch we'll always carry
O* `& c' U" A2 t! g) ]For our nation's golden child
. V; g- H! O) d" x1 |% GAnd even though we try) C; E( p" ^& L' e' W
The truth brings us to tears
0 ?. m* w2 Q) z2 L& @0 C% mAll our words cannot express
, g5 W) l T1 N0 HThe joy you brought us through the years3 x: Z; ~/ o; M) L
1 `6 A% b& R C) e! ?- j9 vAnd it seems to me you lived your life( |8 |0 a {3 R; J" e( Z# w
Like a candle in the wind2 q6 v: V, q6 q% T: d# P
Never fading with the sunset" G) k. P: ~+ _
When the rain set in
/ O+ W6 |2 J# A1 |And your footsteps will always fall here' T" V( c+ x* |- G
Along England's greenest hills
7 K$ e: x& D& i% U3 V2 }7 Y% }7 dYour candle's burned out long before
: C$ m: A& B( {6 }6 d1 LYour legend ever will7 b4 n+ S0 {: i; D. I& K
7 O. `7 P# g8 O. L8 GGoodbye England's rose0 E1 e# t0 R1 Y6 o
May you ever grow in our hearts9 U0 j7 Q6 Y' J' n' x5 _5 G3 k
You were the grace that placed itself. ~0 N( e0 I' y( e# m
Where lives were torn apart/ p" q" n i, m+ O4 M0 Z, L: z- c
Goodbye England's rose7 L6 I4 g9 I+ R; L3 p: G1 W5 U
From a country lost without your soul
; B4 t$ \* ~- y* w5 c1 c6 EWho'll miss the wings of your compassion7 |1 m' t$ m$ }* e, u7 V$ \; P8 w% C
More than you'll ever know, s# D0 ?/ N4 I* Y
9 B1 z3 ?+ W& }6 y! `- C/ r+ KAnd it seems to me you lived your life
5 o" ^- g& z7 {3 J) I. w* GLike a candle in the wind
! q, V: |7 D) DNever fading with the sunset! u- Z; g: X; d9 D; y9 f4 w& H& o9 }
When the rain set in
0 G/ H0 a/ R. a! {2 kAnd you footsteps will always fall here3 M( @6 `2 \8 b1 L J
Along England's greenest hills
1 f; z4 s( }$ J5 S& m' LYour candle's burned out long before
0 ?3 \" @1 v, |Your legend ever will |
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