7 gun shots please
When you lower me into the ground
Shoot them 3 times a piece
That makes such a soul piercing sound
Play a tune on a bugle for me
Something about “Day is done”
Play it soft and play it low
Let em know I no longer run
Drape a flag over my box
To let them know I tried
No tears please, don't weep for me
Many a tears I have already cried
I've cried from the pain
I've cried cause of life
The tears are all gone now
My soul is now clear of the strife
I've lived it full
I've lived it fast
Not one regret I have
Everything is in the past
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