When I come to the end of my road, and the sun has set for me. I want no tears in a gloom-filled room. I will watch over you from heaven above Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little-but not too long, and not with your head bowed low. Celebrate me with your heart filled with joy and your voices loud.
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