When I come to the end of the road, And the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom filled room. Why cry for a soul set free Miss me a little . . . But not too long, And not with your head bowed low, Remember the love that we once shared . . . Miss me, but let me go! For this is a journey we all must take, And each must go alone. It’s all part of the Master’s plan, A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, Go to the friends we know And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds Miss me . . . But let me go.
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