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Goodbye England's rose
may you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed itself
where lives were torn apart.
You called out to our country,
and you whispered to those in pain.
Now you belong to heaven,
and the stars spell out your name.
And it seems to me you lived your life
like a candle in the wind
never fading wit the sunset
when the rain set in.
And your footsteps will always fall here,
along England's greenest hills;
your candle's burned out long before
your legend ever will.
Lovliness we've lost;
these empty days without your smile
This torch we'll always carry
for our nation's golden child.
And even though we try
the truth brings us to tears
all our words cannot express
the joy you brought us through the years
Goodbye England's rose
from a country lost without your soul
who'll miss the wings of your compassion
more than you'll ever know.