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本帖最后由 JoyceAccSG 于 2012-11-29 18:44 编辑 6 ]1 C2 g/ c8 i7 m. w
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) r3 v2 y. _8 ~. @: M* gGoodbye England's rose
' A1 F9 }/ e5 j2 L2 WMay you ever grow in our hearts3 c$ I+ {# `$ s7 [; z
You were the grace that placed itself
( s8 E; d8 k6 C5 oWhere lives were torn apart2 x4 r$ T, l: U% r9 y7 @
You called out to our country9 E% U- x6 |& ? t& A4 O
And you whispered to those in pain
" m+ r: c! H! ]' mNow you belong to heaven
) [2 R/ i2 U" s1 M9 c" E9 q( SAnd the stars spell out your name8 T+ T8 V% [# k
' Y3 c8 M0 q7 ZAnd it seems to me you lived your life
' T; h; l* m; tLike a candle in the wind
. K$ F `& G( e. n/ o! }Never fading with the sunset4 o+ l( n" |- J& S; R* D& [
When the rain set in" i. i/ L% [6 H
And your footsteps will always fall here
: q5 ] a# l; k1 l2 E$ V7 UAlong England's greenest hills
6 u. K* ] y/ V& M4 UYour candle's burned out long before
a! I3 _7 ^0 z% T2 r% n# hYour legend ever will
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Loveliness we've lost8 A% H$ L$ P% ^: l( n
These empty days without your smile
# i$ X- X8 ]# R, MThis torch we'll always carry
/ P+ M) d( v* _3 R1 k/ C' KFor our nation's golden child! _9 p5 G$ p5 C3 n3 W
And even though we try" v w! Q8 Y0 f' Q3 @
The truth brings us to tears
! j% F. Z4 P$ Q5 v% QAll our words cannot express
5 L; H: Z& C! L) IThe joy you brought us through the years
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And it seems to me you lived your life
/ V8 i3 h' e; ILike a candle in the wind
0 u. s+ C4 b, QNever fading with the sunset% _* z& \. r b- v5 a4 M! O
When the rain set in' {( B1 ~( B6 ~5 O7 D$ C. c7 K5 |
And your footsteps will always fall here
$ H5 M2 B. u! n$ q( J* x; DAlong England's greenest hills
. w$ y5 W. }# X3 RYour candle's burned out long before z! b2 @$ o9 V4 t
Your legend ever will% I! `# U1 u1 N
. C* ^" y! e: ~( n/ ]Goodbye England's rose
2 D7 U4 g {" t" P0 a# ^5 zMay you ever grow in our hearts
8 |4 ^6 a( L4 S' `8 ~, B% }9 u( CYou were the grace that placed itself
1 Z: P2 `/ |$ Z) H0 g' }0 c# o% T9 iWhere lives were torn apart
4 j3 O" e, |& E6 v1 tGoodbye England's rose8 ^& N$ J6 e! a% b
From a country lost without your soul$ S& h. m5 Y% @7 P) Q. ]8 N
Who'll miss the wings of your compassion3 R# {- ~+ L3 b9 W# F" E
More than you'll ever know( \8 p5 P) P* B: y
- ~% L* l( S/ G5 {% x; b0 T% FAnd it seems to me you lived your life
* V* k+ P' F$ q# ILike a candle in the wind6 ^8 K6 q( ^! |/ E
Never fading with the sunset
; K4 H/ t2 |1 {9 J- S' }1 r' NWhen the rain set in4 R! B8 x$ [+ o: X n
And you footsteps will always fall here' M+ O5 t& R6 T# {/ v
Along England's greenest hills' \) {% i( g, A: Q' z
Your candle's burned out long before1 E! H0 ^, f. X! d
Your legend ever will |
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