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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 for long

And not with your head bowed low

Remember the love 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.