People live and people grow
Some will stay and some will go
Some make you laugh, some make you cry
Be sure of this, they all must die.
But most will die as most have lived
Sharing all the love they give
They don't want sadness or stamping of feet
Because they know again you'll meet.
So say goodbye and dry your tears
Remember the fun in all their years
The joy, the fun, the laughter too
and the feelings of love they keep for you.
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