When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me... I want no rites in a gloom-filled room... Why cry for a Soul set free? Miss me a little-but not too much and not with your head bowed low. Remember the Love that we once shared and know that it continues on. Miss me-but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take, and each must walk alone. It's all 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 know. Bear your sorrow in good deeds. Miss me-but let me go.
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