I will always miss you, my kids will too,
You're travelling another road now
To pastures green and new,
And when your journey is over
You'll be with loved ones from the past.
So I'll toast you with a brandy,
I'll have a smoke and chill and
I'll raise my glass and toast
It's an honour and a privilege
To be with you at the end
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