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We Say Goodbye...

Sleep tonight with a clear mind,
And don't be bothered or unkind,
For we have done the right of things,
And beneath it all we can hear him sing;

Let us grief, cry and shed a tear,
It will not be the last for the year,
Let him go and enter the door,
Cause he's being loved even more and more;

Every passing day,
We're thinking of him,
Morning, noon and night,
And now we say 'good bye' tonight;

The final day has come,
To set you free once more,
Another life another time,
Another love for sure;

We shall never forget the day,
He was once sent to us to stay,
But today he has his last ride,
and today, this day, We say goodbye...

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