Is there ever a place to say a final
goodbye
Are there more words to uncover
From the final tear of an
eye
When there is but one door
The others closed from
behind
Where is the childhood
Where is the time
Age swallows life
Leaves its creases of faces
Some that were famous
Leaving gentle marks of their
traces
But as I watch you walk into this deepest
hall
I can not go with you
For it is the call of only one
heart
But I shall never forget
The day of your depart
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