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本帖最后由 JoyceAccSG 于 2012-11-29 18:44 编辑 * V6 J9 g4 `5 V9 ~9 R
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# r$ {* k6 P' R$ K* Q! `- \Goodbye England's rose
) r/ A/ l+ T. QMay you ever grow in our hearts* c0 U/ I- P) {0 E
You were the grace that placed itself
& W3 N( R' L, a* CWhere lives were torn apart) P8 I( Y% W8 O5 q2 f
You called out to our country: t$ C: f% U) N. |2 O
And you whispered to those in pain# I9 F4 @# |) k; F0 m! f
Now you belong to heaven
1 p% d4 {* S) R# a) G6 f+ uAnd the stars spell out your name
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8 S5 X' Q2 `7 L) GAnd it seems to me you lived your life
& w. _5 V0 I- o5 \Like a candle in the wind) g2 Y) l' |; ^/ t! ?% \ ~
Never fading with the sunset# b7 M' O# i3 {: P
When the rain set in
" I6 r/ L( f3 _0 `2 jAnd your footsteps will always fall here# \+ Y- K2 v) I
Along England's greenest hills
8 ~/ F" W2 ^' K' [0 {Your candle's burned out long before$ q6 l9 C* V, k) s# S
Your legend ever will* [$ x2 p; V4 s, t3 Z8 O) z& e1 r
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Loveliness we've lost
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This torch we'll always carry3 l% P0 [, ^- `( H( ?: e! X; h q
For our nation's golden child
5 `7 K- s9 M1 D% l& R8 [And even though we try" q% E: T' W/ b) u4 Z6 f& o" l" U
The truth brings us to tears% a# I7 p8 L' K6 q
All our words cannot express* O; @( X5 k3 W* F# g: {
The joy you brought us through the years& T& y7 v& ~, W5 ~
$ w% m1 h2 ]' e" N- uAnd it seems to me you lived your life
5 E1 G/ R& c- \1 R. eLike a candle in the wind: k. w, w& @' z4 Y
Never fading with the sunset2 N+ q4 K5 {7 o- F; H
When the rain set in) y' ?( p, @1 F
And your footsteps will always fall here! N6 ^: U$ O% H" c
Along England's greenest hills
. F# u+ X) s( ZYour candle's burned out long before. B8 b5 B+ J& x; S- h1 a
Your legend ever will$ x% i3 I* E4 h) F& ]2 z, G
2 q8 U4 K5 k# d2 @* TGoodbye England's rose
s% t; E- |/ E" @May you ever grow in our hearts4 r* P7 p; f' m/ v( O3 {
You were the grace that placed itself
' T3 t" [1 O5 [* v$ w! xWhere lives were torn apart
! u8 Q+ @2 ?8 C4 j2 _Goodbye England's rose
$ h( [ p. U) s, \ {From a country lost without your soul
' G2 U! D4 I- e) V3 M# {Who'll miss the wings of your compassion+ j x) L; L3 v0 j
More than you'll ever know% W$ I: _7 y8 Z* t( u
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And it seems to me you lived your life, [; o5 x7 f8 G# P1 Z
Like a candle in the wind
: J$ X ^8 O" J S' Q" U$ SNever fading with the sunset
, r" H# |7 x2 z! ]- H! \2 [8 n! A4 C' ?When the rain set in3 w! {5 E+ d9 A9 v" v z) y5 ?
And you footsteps will always fall here- n6 i/ H4 f5 ^( m) L
Along England's greenest hills
. C; r- f$ j5 m5 W3 g4 y mYour candle's burned out long before
+ l; w5 ]# P* q6 RYour legend ever will |
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