I am not, that good anymore, and maybe I never was,
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But I'll play my heart out for you, one more time.
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For in my old age, all I can do is play for you a song from my youth.
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So let me share my gift, with you once more,
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Just like we had in the past, so many times before.
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My hands may shake, my muscles are weak,
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I'm not strong as I used to be.
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But still I will play for you, and leave you with a song,
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For when you have music you're never alone.
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Let me share my gift, with you once more
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Just like we had in the past, so many times before
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The song of redemption is all that I am,
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For in the end, the music is all that I have.
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And though it feels incomplete, the deadline has come for me.
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I must present to you, My 'masterpiece'...
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For time is short in my condition, the song of redemption
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Will be the final composition, from this tired musician.
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Please give me your attention and I will remedy, this silent tension
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And I hope that you will remember,
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I hope the memories will leave a lasting impression
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Of me, when I'm gone. Gone. After I am gone.
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I don't need to concentrate, I can close my eyes.
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And though you'll hear this song but once,
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I've rehearsed it, a thousand times.
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But what will you say, after I'm done?
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After I've attempted to play the song of redemption.
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And what will you say, after I'm gone?
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After I've attempted to play the song of redemption.
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Song Of Redemption
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| Woods Of Ypres |
