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Goodbye England's rose
8 \! G2 _ ~. G( J L2 D fMay you ever grow in our hearts
3 C+ v; V8 w$ zYou were the grace that placed itself7 I7 y4 A" B; i! H( @" A1 N
Where lives were torn apart
9 Y& T& A3 `8 ^" V" ZYou called out to our country
) Q7 K) W) p' Y" ^: _+ F6 ]7 uAnd you whispered to those in pain
E( N0 C+ S* e D0 r8 VNow you belong to heaven# [- b% G2 x# V- Q( ]7 B) R
And the stars spell out your name
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0 X8 e% k3 m5 Q/ J4 H* ]& t UAnd it seems to me you lived your life7 B1 T# T1 Q6 ^( S8 x! g' F
Like a candle in the wind+ J$ n, o) A# t4 t+ S3 B! @, x
Never fading with the sunset
7 U. O# j4 y$ pWhen the rain set in
! ]' j4 N7 R p1 ^ T2 |And your footsteps will always fall here; X" {+ i% o. G: C
Along England's greenest hills8 ?" [8 N. I3 t# L
Your candle's burned out long before
; `9 {3 f m F ?4 t- ^8 ^3 vYour legend ever will
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Loveliness we've lost
: P2 ^) P% P, ?5 zThese empty days without your smile
' i8 g2 _) I6 z2 QThis torch we'll always carry
O' n: i. {$ y: s8 ^; H3 KFor our nation's golden child* @; Y: t$ @, J; y& ?7 J
And even though we try0 m, O8 y2 L1 b4 B3 y
The truth brings us to tears
0 Q) W5 }5 r4 X, f8 b) _All our words cannot express' Z9 ^) I2 |' `
The joy you brought us through the years2 v: M5 t6 ?& p: p- F
e/ Q& C' L; lAnd it seems to me you lived your life
6 y4 x6 | s- ^) j# nLike a candle in the wind
) M3 L' n5 C$ T' h7 O- J! W% Q0 jNever fading with the sunset
1 O* Z, _; n% K0 m4 Y0 nWhen the rain set in& i* B! k# w) g* N4 Z
And your footsteps will always fall here5 ?5 C* Y* U0 { H9 ^
Along England's greenest hills
4 U+ M% y8 M0 ?9 H9 `3 u, v% BYour candle's burned out long before7 N3 s: c6 d1 g' k7 g, d) a
Your legend ever will1 @ g, G! `% _
! Y( c0 T' A5 G" T; LGoodbye England's rose
$ o* e9 p Q0 _7 [: S: T1 hMay you ever grow in our hearts
# n/ N, v* J% q% g7 vYou were the grace that placed itself
) o i6 ?& |/ p4 m) B- V c. MWhere lives were torn apart# D& i I; f8 v2 q. Y! ]# H( O ~
Goodbye England's rose8 y2 d; i& z$ n3 u4 U! t
From a country lost without your soul0 O" C, b2 u) b" [
Who'll miss the wings of your compassion/ F3 ~* {% L9 [4 k3 D9 s
More than you'll ever know7 s1 G6 m1 j2 S
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And it seems to me you lived your life7 |( S) {! Z" h$ X& g
Like a candle in the wind
$ Z8 m2 X7 o) p6 c( S( w, z: C6 ENever fading with the sunset9 m0 {* T) S. U+ a8 C y' K
When the rain set in
9 A7 m1 b+ r. P$ k+ ~* |3 @4 V; ^And you footsteps will always fall here2 c. R9 O0 Y/ n7 L' O) O: p
Along England's greenest hills
, o( F& _* W- j% \0 r0 vYour candle's burned out long before9 ^& t3 s$ i# u- c2 b
Your legend ever will |
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