He's gone, he is dead
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His remains upon the hearse ahead
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As silently we wander through the mist
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He's free
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This is the end
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Your journey's over, night descends
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Below... Into the abyss
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Farewell, my friend, you will be missed
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Lower the flags
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A good man has passed
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He has reached the last of frontiers
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Lower the flags
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Down to half-mast
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For again the world has taken a turn for the worse
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He's gone, he is dead
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Six feet of earth upon his head
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Now lay your wreaths
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Upon the one who lies beneath
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Although you're gone
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In memories you shall live on
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Asleep... In peace now rest
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The weight of the world is off your chest
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Lower the flags
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A good man has passed
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He has reached the last of frontiers
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Lower the flags
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Down to half-mast
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For again the world has taken a turn for the worse
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That mourning light I'll always remember
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And these August nights; cold as December
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Lower the flags
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A good man has passed
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He has reached the last of frontiers
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Lower the flags
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Down to half-mast
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For again the world has taken a turn for the worse
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Lower The Flags
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Sentenced |