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本帖最后由 JoyceAccSG 于 2012-11-29 18:44 编辑 % k; x! D+ a- Y0 d
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Goodbye England's rose
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You were the grace that placed itself4 j% ^# j; u% E6 u
Where lives were torn apart
' J; m! X7 {& @You called out to our country! `$ m, D4 q, @3 d
And you whispered to those in pain
6 \. W4 s) f" G/ B) y2 MNow you belong to heaven8 Q3 c; q2 K2 A6 J& R
And the stars spell out your name
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5 {: N, o4 q6 O5 @And it seems to me you lived your life
+ ?: E1 @0 ^8 H) t) ]0 YLike a candle in the wind6 S; x" a+ X* S
Never fading with the sunset- y% `$ g- f1 f' \$ _3 T
When the rain set in7 {& C$ Q7 |' o1 I
And your footsteps will always fall here
2 [: b9 R6 Y$ r; e$ \+ d) C, sAlong England's greenest hills( U) w# y+ N9 H
Your candle's burned out long before( Y1 K% a; r6 E3 ]# F* J3 {# k
Your legend ever will
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9 G7 P: U' u6 I. ~/ A; dLoveliness we've lost& ]0 f }3 d9 g6 ^
These empty days without your smile: l/ X$ _, y! L6 d& |2 p6 I3 R
This torch we'll always carry
+ ^. h3 K. P4 x3 ^# HFor our nation's golden child
8 } V B8 R. O5 hAnd even though we try" v2 h5 ?2 \4 ~$ ]. i! E
The truth brings us to tears i* h- A! {; f1 Q
All our words cannot express
; s" d2 i/ z- E uThe joy you brought us through the years
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And it seems to me you lived your life. Q- Q3 l" x+ i, E3 N0 y6 S2 N& S+ W
Like a candle in the wind
; A+ f4 s% A% m5 ~Never fading with the sunset
! D9 c* @5 W" K/ @! h7 hWhen the rain set in! y: M- b' c8 _% X. o4 z
And your footsteps will always fall here
- ~1 j7 _( h0 w& f! O3 fAlong England's greenest hills
! a" @. _( o: X6 QYour candle's burned out long before
& W% Y+ m9 G4 ~7 f9 CYour legend ever will |$ M& U; m- c+ J1 D
! O' D# r s/ ~4 L1 j. qGoodbye England's rose
' v$ k/ L4 w9 k* [+ j! xMay you ever grow in our hearts
5 P- ^3 n0 N% u2 O. }, GYou were the grace that placed itself
4 n! l& p; F+ a" x, DWhere lives were torn apart
( O8 B0 y$ {( j2 X' J1 w8 rGoodbye England's rose
$ `' H% O" _' J2 F+ a( ZFrom a country lost without your soul
5 u! p( N% p9 }5 m$ L" E& WWho'll miss the wings of your compassion
* g7 T N& ^2 `3 Z* E3 o9 |! DMore than you'll ever know
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- |4 z/ h6 C* n6 tAnd it seems to me you lived your life; G" U t1 ?' M8 d9 q' c
Like a candle in the wind
# h; H1 M* P# k6 d8 x0 YNever fading with the sunset
% T+ P/ S' k) ^4 UWhen the rain set in
0 b3 ^ C4 h+ w; m# _' B, `And you footsteps will always fall here( Z, l7 D; v* e" y
Along England's greenest hills
4 S3 T/ p* h. qYour candle's burned out long before, z; N: W5 G( C% ~
Your legend ever will |
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