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本帖最后由 JoyceAccSG 于 2012-11-29 18:44 编辑 ; P' M1 c. i# ~
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Goodbye England's rose8 t0 F$ U$ s& C3 [
May you ever grow in our hearts
+ h' I. A3 Y( GYou were the grace that placed itself8 ]1 F$ Y7 J0 [. |- \* R4 ?1 E
Where lives were torn apart
$ a5 d7 T5 }' D& ^You called out to our country6 h0 B1 q4 A7 q# N9 e
And you whispered to those in pain# K6 v' o/ { P, d
Now you belong to heaven9 ?2 _! g2 H% K
And the stars spell out your name
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And it seems to me you lived your life' Q( h' ]" }, N% K% U
Like a candle in the wind
* K: N8 b+ c, [3 [2 v- iNever fading with the sunset
- U: |% ^. C: C5 s1 aWhen the rain set in
8 {' B1 U$ \, @: ~' q WAnd your footsteps will always fall here
5 d' `6 G; w! Z+ H5 bAlong England's greenest hills' ^; { ^8 Q# G$ K- w* v
Your candle's burned out long before: s9 f1 b) U; L- Q
Your legend ever will
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1 e& _) A I! A4 ?" v$ SLoveliness we've lost) W( `7 V7 d, \6 n
These empty days without your smile$ I4 P( o: f! b
This torch we'll always carry
. M4 ^+ K# V& k. N# zFor our nation's golden child' ?: y" u; `+ z2 o5 l0 c* g- V
And even though we try
! p: o7 J2 q" Q5 U" KThe truth brings us to tears; o$ ? D3 d. F9 s: ]2 Z! z* G0 U
All our words cannot express
( G S& J( I1 i6 M v7 eThe joy you brought us through the years
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9 F! U" s9 u& v4 F, k) GAnd it seems to me you lived your life
7 @5 E2 b3 J' t2 U9 _Like a candle in the wind
7 H# |/ N& c: wNever fading with the sunset& l# T6 S @, d% T
When the rain set in, v6 p( }& t, |$ ^4 @
And your footsteps will always fall here
1 f( w8 }' v! u3 e- @2 C* R) u) \Along England's greenest hills% p ]- I t% S: N
Your candle's burned out long before
# u2 x& z/ [0 u- HYour legend ever will. T9 w! ]5 M# N
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Goodbye England's rose
6 g1 r3 ^- |3 nMay you ever grow in our hearts
2 j8 [) ?4 A, z, R/ y1 cYou were the grace that placed itself1 h, E; m9 [. Q+ ~! z! w+ Q0 z3 L
Where lives were torn apart) G* s) \8 ` x; c
Goodbye England's rose
& c d2 I! H7 t3 R0 p& T2 ?5 ZFrom a country lost without your soul
( B5 m, Q u/ x3 WWho'll miss the wings of your compassion
: @, v9 ^' e, n% gMore than you'll ever know
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2 i' Z; U7 H$ WAnd it seems to me you lived your life
1 S, H. h4 @* i2 BLike a candle in the wind6 U$ L9 C3 {& J5 ]8 O- {/ P7 ~
Never fading with the sunset
; `' @! E) B0 A% k6 b0 rWhen the rain set in8 a U' t: l7 u/ ^. K6 {4 i
And you footsteps will always fall here
4 W$ o) g V; i( K! E3 z HAlong England's greenest hills
. M* `- k G5 `. B# D% |Your candle's burned out long before
9 ^8 `5 x# `" h; o& [6 c7 B; eYour legend ever will |
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