When I come to the end of the road and the
sun has set for me I want no rites in a gloomfilled
room. Why cry for a soul that's set free.
Miss me a little, but not too long and not with
your head bowed low. Remember the love that
we once shared. Miss me, but let me go. For
this is a journey that we all must take and
each must go alone. It's all a part of the Master's
plan, a step on the road to home. When
you are lonely and sick of heart, go to the
friends we knew and laugh at the things that
we used to do. Miss me, but let me go.
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