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| G | | May you ever | grow in our hearts |
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| D | | You were the grace that | placed itself |
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| G | | Where lives were torn | apart |
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| D | | You called out to our | country |
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| G | | And you whispered | to those in pain |
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| D | | Now you belong to | heaven |
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| G | | And the stars spell out your | name |
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| | | A | | | And it | seems to me you lived your live |
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| | | D | G | | | Like a | candle in the wind | |
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| | | D | | | Never | fading with the sunset |
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| | | G | | | And your | footsteps will always fall here |
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| | | D | | | Along | England's greenest hills |
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| | | A | | | Your candles burned out | long before |
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| G | | These empty days | without your smile |
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| D | | This torch we'll always | carry |
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| G | | For our nation's golden | child |
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| G | | The | truth brings us to tears |
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| D | | All our words can | not express |
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| G | | The joy you brought us through the | years |
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| G | | May you ever | grow in our hearts |
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| D | | You were the grace that | placed itself |
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| G | | Where lives were torn | apart |
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| G | | From a country lost | without your soul |
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| D | | Who'll miss the wings of your com | passion |
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| G | | More than you'll ever | know |
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