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本帖最后由 JoyceAccSG 于 2012-11-29 18:44 编辑 1 g$ H$ m+ l% f& b
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Goodbye England's rose
) G5 M3 ^* w. W" @9 t* OMay you ever grow in our hearts( r3 g# c4 E2 a1 o1 l/ \& H
You were the grace that placed itself% n7 Z K* h6 u
Where lives were torn apart8 Q9 P& g" g. c* R
You called out to our country0 Q7 j3 S8 p* Y" R* \
And you whispered to those in pain
! Z, h' y. j# q/ xNow you belong to heaven8 m+ F& ?/ p) ~
And the stars spell out your name
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# n1 o; A: t( o0 t8 `6 EAnd it seems to me you lived your life- t- N9 ?* l2 n8 s! c/ F
Like a candle in the wind
0 W2 e0 ^6 `: p' n1 J4 hNever fading with the sunset
; a$ W K$ f9 }) h ZWhen the rain set in
6 U5 `$ ^, |, w+ `And your footsteps will always fall here& O* e' P s2 b& `( F# R
Along England's greenest hills: I( S- Y8 p. Z1 O. I3 n) I% C$ `
Your candle's burned out long before. K) B. a. o+ `& f5 B0 @5 k- D, O4 E& H
Your legend ever will
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! S7 p6 P6 B: C" XLoveliness we've lost
7 L1 I+ z4 b5 b& r9 `* TThese empty days without your smile6 T% Z- U" E; _ |' c3 K2 d
This torch we'll always carry
/ O% F) i0 r3 P4 E' [6 vFor our nation's golden child3 ]2 x0 i- m! T# [, G. q
And even though we try
5 C# t2 M2 A/ H3 g2 U0 dThe truth brings us to tears1 S! G, M. q" e0 b
All our words cannot express
2 }$ R/ p% G1 A6 l+ n; NThe joy you brought us through the years5 N2 ]' s) K6 M8 X# u s& }
6 a7 w, N3 X- v9 [# [/ W: G: dAnd it seems to me you lived your life
# e* l+ c& v8 V* \Like a candle in the wind
; l3 d4 G) r( g5 NNever fading with the sunset: f+ T6 t& @. n3 C4 A3 Q1 P. [
When the rain set in* j1 j' A0 v# a6 n9 {9 {
And your footsteps will always fall here
1 Z0 V: c6 @) g* B% I" ~Along England's greenest hills% a3 T, R I) J
Your candle's burned out long before
: G: d0 j) T4 H; _, M! E0 XYour legend ever will. n! L0 k3 n6 s: A
0 [" H# n- }9 o% aGoodbye England's rose/ b& l- O% o- z
May you ever grow in our hearts# t' E3 r& \* y. A
You were the grace that placed itself
( f: N4 Y* v8 p" Q5 E* zWhere lives were torn apart
, E" E/ z8 P& c: C/ RGoodbye England's rose
) t) s$ V! u# oFrom a country lost without your soul
Y/ I3 \# c3 W: _6 v1 ]" rWho'll miss the wings of your compassion
& ^5 P8 K! D/ bMore than you'll ever know
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And it seems to me you lived your life
! c% n% ~& v, {& ALike a candle in the wind
4 K# |- h- E% a# s; [2 x2 J5 y+ oNever fading with the sunset( ^) p7 A2 ^$ Z# v0 `8 ^% z! ?
When the rain set in T9 P/ x v/ J) }- K
And you footsteps will always fall here
8 E0 w. P, ^$ [0 X% P2 lAlong England's greenest hills0 ~( ]! s j$ _0 b* _ {
Your candle's burned out long before
/ i, v" S. ]5 d/ E& sYour legend ever will |
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