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Departure

One last gasp and ill depart, On my way with the birds of autumn
Like a feather rising Slowly towards the twilight sky
All I suffer I've left behind, as I take flight above
So beautiful is the orchestra the sings my exodus
Cant say that I wouldn't liked to have stayed a few days more
But from here I can see the world below and all its grace
So much I have seen in my life, so little compared to now
As I die the story is told and fullfilled
The last chapter written in the book that is my fate.
Among the clouds I think of you who made it all worthwhile
The choir of my song, the life in my heart
Beyond the stars I shall rest, to sparkle in your dark
Cause I will never leave, always in you a trace of my remembrance
Departure on angel wings, I bid you farewell




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Publicerad 2008-12-01 17:36



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