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We have assembled a drove of the about beautiful funeral poems for Mom to help you celebrate her life and her indelible love.

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This kickoff funeral poem is very popular, even though it is simple, considering it perfectly captures how much we beloved our Mom, even after her passing.

It would exist an advisable poem to read at a funeral or memorial service, and even a celebration of life ceremony.

If Roses Grow in Heaven

By Dolores Thousand. Garcia

If roses grow in heaven,
Lord please pick a agglomeration for me,
Place them in my Mother's artillery
and tell her they're from me.

Tell her I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smiling,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.

Considering remembering her is easy,
I practice it every day,
but there's an anguish inside my middle
that will never go away.

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We love this funeral poem considering nosotros all know that a Mom is an affections in disguise, protecting usa e'er.  It is one of our favourite poems for a meaningful funeral service.

I Never Saw Your Wings

By an Unknown Author

How is it that I never saw your wings
when you were here with me?
When you lot closed your optics and soared
to the Heavens I could hear the
faint flutter of yous wings as you lot left.
Your body no longer on this side
your spirit here eternally I see your halo shine.
I close my optics and meet the multi-colored wings
surround me in my saddest moments and my happiest times.
Mother my angel God has given you your assignment
always my mother forever my angel.
You lot fly into my dreams and when I am asleep
I feel your wings brush against my face wiping abroad
the tears I shed since I tin no longer hold
you in my arms but in my heart.
Y'all earned those wings dear female parent
and you volition e'er be me angel eternal.

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Each Mom is the most special and unique person in our world. This funeral poem beautifully captures this sentiment.

Merely I Female parent

Past an Unknown Author

Hundreds of stars in the pretty heaven,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather condition.
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the majestic clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
Simply just i mother the broad world over.

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When nosotros become adults, we see our Mom more fully as a person with her ain hopes and dreams, and as a friend. This funeral verse form will move all who hear it spoken.

A Verse form for Mother

Past Dick Underwood
(Modified to read "mother" instead of grandma.)

Mother, you were only a girl,
So many years agone.
You lot had your loves and had your dreams,
You watched united states of america come and get.

You watched us make the same mistakes,
That y'all had made earlier,
But that just made y'all hold us tight,
And love u.s.a. all the more.

Nosotros haven't ever thought well-nigh
The things that you lot have seen.
To us yous've just been 'Mother',
No idea of who you've been.

Simply nosotros remember now in love,
Your life from first to end,
And we're only glad we knew y'all,
As Mother, and every bit Friend.

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Many of us have addicted memories of our Mom reading to us. We explored the world through books, while snuggling close to our Mom.

This is an piece of cake funeral poem to learn to recite.  It would be an appropriate funeral verse form for a child who wants to exist involved in the funeral service.

Richer Then Gold

Past Strickland Gillilan

Yous may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of golden.
Richer than I you tin can never be –
I had a mother who read to me.

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The famous poet E.E. Cummings admired his mother, Rebecca Haswell Clarke Cummings, immensely. He said: "Never accept I encountered anyone more joyous, anyone healthier in trunk and listen, anyone so quite incapable of remembering a wrong or anyone so completely and humanly and unaffectedly generous." (Norman, 1958, pg. 18.)

He immortalized his esteem for his beloved Mother and Father in this following poem:

If There are Any Heavens My Female parent Will

Past East. E. Cummings

If there are any heavens my mother will (all by herself) have one.
It will not be a pansy sky nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley merely
information technology volition be a heaven of black red roses my begetter volition exist
(deep like a rose tall like a rose)
continuing near my (swaying over her silent) with optics which are actually petals and see
naught with the face of a poet really which
is a bloom and non a face with easily which whisper
This is my beloved my
(all of a sudden in sunlight he will bow,
and the whole garden will bow)

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It gives united states of america comfort to think of our Moms enjoying a beautiful, garden-like dreamland after their passing. This touching funeral verse form is filled with vivid imagery.

Kid and Mother

By Eugene Field

O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your paw,
And get where I ask you to wander,
I will pb y'all away to a beautiful state,–
The Dreamland that'southward waiting out yonder.
We'll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there,
Where moonlight and starlight are streaming,
And the flowers and the birds are filling the air
With the fragrance and music of dreaming.

There'll be no fiddling tired-out boy to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex yous,
In that location'll be no little bruises or bumps to caress,
Nor patching of stockings to vex you;
For I'll rock you abroad on a silvery-dew stream
And sing you asleep when y'all're weary,
And no i shall know of our beautiful dream
But y'all and your ain little dearie.

And when I am tired I'll nestle my head
In the bust that's soothed me so frequently,
And the broad-awake stars shall sing, in my stead,
A song which our dreaming shall soften.
Then, Mother-my-Love, allow me take your dearest hand,
And away through the starlight we'll wander,–
Away through the mist to the cute land,–
The Dreamland that'south waiting out yonder.

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This verse form is perfect for the funeral of a Mom who had a hard life, merely who preserved and overcame many obstacles.

Female parent to Son

By Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell yous:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It'due south had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn upwardly,
And places with no rug on the floor
Bare.
Merely all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't yous turn back.
Don't you set downward on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't y'all fall now
For I'se nonetheless goin', honey,
I'se notwithstanding climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

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This funeral verse form is a moving tribute to his dear Mother past the corking Irish writer, Patrick Kavanagh.

It foregoes the typical motifs and rituals associated with funerals, and focuses instead on calming imagery of pastoral settings. It is the perfect poem to read at the funeral of a Mom who loved the countryside.

In Retentivity of My Mother

Past Patrick Kavanagh

I do non recall of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I meet
You walking downwards a lane amongst the poplars
On your fashion to the station, or happily

Going to 2nd Mass on a summer Sunday–
Y'all come across me and you say:
'Don't forget to see virtually the cattle–'
Amongst your earthiest words the angels stray.

And I think of you walking forth a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life–
And I see us meeting at the end of a boondocks

On a fair twenty-four hour period past accident, afterward
The bargains are all made and we can walk
Together through the shops and stalls and markets
Free in the oriental streets of thought.

O you are non lying in the wet clay,
For it is harvest evening now and nosotros
Are piling up the ricks confronting the moonlight
And you lot smile upwards at us — eternally.

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This stark funeral poem by the famous writer, Rudyard Kipling, captures the raw emotion that follows loosing a Mom.

Kipling loved his Mother very much, and wrote the post-obit tribute to her:

Female parent o' Mine

Past Rudyard Kipling

"When my spirit came back I heard her whisper in my ear, 'Whether yous live or dice, or are made different, I am your Mother'. I was very glad. She was glad as well. Neither of us wished to lose the other. In that location is simply the one Female parent for the 1 son." ("The Knife and the Naked Chalk," Rewards and Fairies, p. 138, line 11.)

If I were hanged on the highest loma,
Mother o' mine, O female parent o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o' mine, O female parent o' mine!
I know whose tears would come up down to me,
Female parent o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were damned of torso and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

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This Jamaican writer shows the deep love he has for his Mom.

His Female parent'south death distresses him and shakes him to the core. But despite the grief, everyday life continues. This funeral verse form captures the reality that the globe doesn't stop when our lives have been shattered by our Mom'southward passing.

My Mother

Past Claude McKay

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Reg wished me to go with him to the field,
I paused because I did not want to go;
But in her tranquillity way she made me yield
Reluctantly, for she was breathing low.
Her hand she slowly lifted from her lap
And, grin sadly in the old sweet way,
She pointed to the boom where hung my cap.
Her optics said: I shall last another twenty-four hour period.
But scarcely had nosotros reached the afar identify,
When o'er the hills nosotros heard a faint bell ringing;
A boy came running up with frightened face;
Nosotros knew the fatal news that he was bringing.
I heard him listlessly, without a moan,
Although the just one I loved was gone.

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The dawn departs, the morning is begun,
The trades come whispering from off the seas,
The fields of corn are golden in the sun,
The dark-brown tassels fluttering in the cakewalk;
The bell is sounding and the children pass,
Frog-leaping, skipping, shouting, laughing shrill,
Downwardly the ruby-red road, over the pasture-grass,
Up to the schoolhouse-house crumbling on the hill.
The older folk are at their peaceful toil,
Some pulling up the weeds, some plucking corn,
And others breaking up the sun-baked soil.
Float, faintly-scented cakewalk, at early forenoon
Over the earth where mortals sow and reap–
Below its breast my mother lies asleep.

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This simple funeral poem celebrates how lucky nosotros feel to have been given the best Mom in the world.

Wonderful Mother

Past Patrick O'Reilly

God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows onetime;
He made her smiling of the sunshine.
And He moulded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses y'all meet;
God fabricated a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.

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These bible verses from the New International Version (NIV) honours Mothers and wives and have a poem-like quality. They are cute verses to read at a Christian funeral service.

She Shall be Praised

Proverbs 31: 10 and 25-31

A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies.
She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come up.
She speaks with wisdom, and true-blue instruction is on her tongue.
She watches over the diplomacy of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children arise and phone call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:
"Many women do noble things, just you surpass them all."
Charm is deceptive, and dazzler is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Accolade her for all that her hands have washed, and permit her works bring her praise at the metropolis gate.

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A simple, but heartfelt tribute to a Mom. This would be the perfect verse form for a young person to recite or read at a funeral service.

Mom and Me

Past an Unknown Author

Best friends forever mom and me
picking flowers and climbing copse.
a shoulder to cry on secrets to share
Warm hearts and hands that actually intendance.

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Words that succinctly capture how wonderful each Mom is.

When God Idea of Mother

Past Henry Ward Beecher

When God thought of female parent,
He must have laughed with satisfaction,
and framed it quickly –
then rich, then deep, then divine,
so total of soul, power, and dazzler,
was the conception.

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This funeral verse form inspires united states to continue living our lives in a mode that would make our amazing Mom proud.

We Had a Wonderful Mother

By an Unknown Writer
(Modified to read "mother" instead of grandmother)

We had a wonderful mother,
One who never really grew quondam;
Her grin was made of sunshine,
And her heart was solid gold;
Her eyes were as bright equally shining stars,
And in her cheeks fair roses you see.
Nosotros had a wonderful female parent,
And that's the way it will ever exist.
Merely take listen, because
She'southward still keeping an eye on all of usa,
And so let's make certain
She will like what she sees.

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This verse form is appropriate for all types of funeral services for a Mom, from tradition, religious ceremonies to celebrations of life.

Weep Not For Me

By an Unknown Author

Weep non for me though I take gone
Into that gentle night
Grieve if yous will, but non for long
Upon my soul'southward sweet flight

I am at peace, my soul's at rest
At that place is no need for tears
For with your beloved I was and then blest
For all those many years

There is no pain, I suffer not
The fear is now all gone
Put at present these things out of your thoughts
In your memory I live on

Remember non my fight for breath
Remember not the strife
Please practice non dwell upon my decease
But celebrate my life

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This funeral poem honours how much our Mom did for usa.

She was there when nosotros took our commencement steps, she helped us grow, and she provided unconditional love. Our Mom will ever exist with us in spirit.

Yous Were There

Past an Unknown Writer

You were there when we took our first steps,
And went unsteadily across the floor.
You lot pushed and prodded: encouraged and guided,
Until our steps took us out the door…
Yous worry now "Are they ok?"
Is in that location more you could accept done?
Every bit we walk the paths of our unknown
You wonder "Where have my children gone?"
Where we are is where you have led us,
With your special dearest you showed united states a way,
To believe in ourselves and the decisions we brand.
Taking on the challenge of life day-to-24-hour interval.
And where we get y'all tin can be certain,
In spirit you shall never exist lonely.
For where you are is what matters most to us,
Because to the states that will always exist home…

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This funeral poem perfectly expresses the feeling that our Mom is forever with united states. She will live in our hearts forever.

Your Female parent Is Ever With Y'all

By Deborah Culver

She's the whisper of the leaves as y'all walk downward the street.
She'due south the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers yous choice, the fragrance of life itself.
She's the cool mitt on your brow when you're not feeling well.
She's your breath in the air on a common cold winters' day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow.
She is Christmas forenoon.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She'due south the place you come up from, your first home.
She's the map you follow with every footstep you lot have.
She's your first beloved, your first friend, fifty-fifty your start enemy.
Only nil on World tin separate yous.
Not time.
Non space.
Not even death.

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This funeral verse form celebrates the pure love of a Mom. While nosotros may accept teased her for always hovering nearby, the truth is that we her abiding presence made us feel safe and loved.

The Watcher

By Margaret Widdemer

She e'er leaned to scout for us
Anxious if we were belatedly,
In winter by the window,
In summer past the gate.
And though we mocked her tenderly
Who had such foolish intendance,
The long manner dwelling would seem more than safety,
Because she waited at that place.
Her thoughts were all and so full of us,
She never could forget,
And so I think that where she is
She must be watching yet.
Waiting 'til nosotros come dwelling to her
Broken-hearted if we are late
Watching from Sky's window
Leaning from Heaven'due south gate.

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This funeral poem perfectly articulate how difficult it is to have that our Mom has passed away. A life without her is incomprehensible.

Abroad

Past James Whitcomb Riley

I cannot say and I will not say
That she is dead, she is simply away.
With a cheery smile and a wave of paw
She has wandered into an unknown land;
And left usa dreaming how very fair
Its needs must exist, since she lingers there.
And you lot-oh you, who the wildest yearn
From the old-time step and the glad return-
Retrieve of her faring on, as dear
In the beloved of there, as the love of here
Think of her still the same way, I say;
She is not dead, she is just away.

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This beautiful poem sheds calorie-free on all the wonderful things your mother did for yous over the course of your life and how each of those are 'jewels' that brand up a 'mother's crown.'

A Mother'southward Crown

By an Unknown Writer

Sky lit upwards with a mighty presence,
as the Angels all looked down.
Today the Lord was placing the jewels
Into my female parent'southward crown.

He held up a golden crown,
as my darling mother looked on.
He said in His gentle voice,
'I will now explicate each one.'

'The first gem,' He said, 'is a Blood-red,
and it's for endurance lonely,
for all the nights you lot waited up
for your children to come home.'

'For all the nights by their bedside,
you lot stayed till the fever went downward.
For nursing every piffling wound,
I add together this cherry to your crown.'

'An emerald, I'll place past the ruby,
for leading your child in the right fashion.
For teaching them the lessons,
That made them who they are today.'

'For e'er beingness correct there,
through all life's important events.
I give you a sapphire stone,
for the time and love you spent.'

'For untying the strings that held them,
when they grew upwardly and left habitation.
I give y'all this ane for courage.'
And so the Lord added a garnet stone.

'I'll place a stone of amethyst,' He said.
'For all the times y'all spent on your knees,
when you asked if I'd take intendance of your children,
and and so for having religion in Me.'

'I have a pearl for every little sacrifice
that you fabricated without them knowing.
For all the times yous went without,
to keep them happy, healthy and growing.'

'And concluding of all I have a diamond,
the greatest ane of all,
for sharing unconditional love
whether they were big or pocket-sized.'

'Information technology was your love that helped them grow
Feeling prophylactic and happy and proud
A beloved and then strong and pure
Information technology could shift the darkest deject.'

Subsequently the Lord placed the last jewel in,
He said, 'Your crown is now consummate,
You've earned your place in Heaven
With your children at your feet.'

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If you are one of those lucky people who were fortunate plenty to consider your mother every bit your all-time friend, this beautiful verse form is the perfect tribute for her funeral or memorial service.

Farewell Dear Mother

By an Unknown Author

Somewhere in my heart beneath all my grief and pain,
Is a grin I still wearable at the sound of your dear name.
The precious word is 'MOTHER', she was my world you see,
But now my middle is breaking cause she's no longer here with me.
God chose her for His angel to lookout man me from above,
To guide me and advise me and know that I'g still loved.
The solar day she had to leave me when her life on earth was through,
God had improve plans for her, for this, I surely knew.
When I remember of her kind heart and all those loving years,
My memories surround me and I tin't hold back the tears.
She truly was my all-time friend, someone I could confide in,
She always had a tender touch and a warm and gentle grin.
I want to cheers Mother for educational activity me then well,
And though the time has come that I must bid y'all this farewell.
I'll think all y'all've taught me and make you proud you'll run across.
Thank yous my Dear Female parent for all the love you showed me.
Although you've left this earth and at present you've taken flight,
I know that you are here with me each morning, apex and night.

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If your Mom suffered from an illness that left her in pain before her passing, this beautiful poem offers comfort to loved ones in knowing that she is no longer in whatsoever pain and is in God'due south loving arms.

Dearest Mum

By an Unknown Author

Memories unfold equally we think of you,
A existent mum, through and through.
You suffered in silence everyday,
An disease that would not get abroad.
But at present y'all have no more pain
For God'south loving arms accept healed you again.

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This poem is admittedly beautiful and talks about all the dearest that can be felt by a mother'south easily from rocking your cradle as a baby to caressing you when troubles came your way.

Mother's Easily

By Marian Jones

Hands that rocked the cradle
From the moment of my birth,
Their tender affect remembered
By those even so here on Earth.
Soft as silk those hands
That taught me how to pray,
Banishing childhood fears;
They soothed each i away.
When I grew much older
And troubles came my way,
Those hands caressing mine
Did more than words could say.
Mother'south hands were gentle,
They're missed then very much,
I'd give the world to feel once more than
Their warm and tender bear on.
Those hands were full of comfort
Now they lie at rest,
But memories concur them close
To the ones they served the best.

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If your mother was an angel on Earth, a woman who loved life, cherished her family and was kind beyond words, this is the perfect verse form to honour her at her funeral or memorial service.

An Angel

Past an Unknown Author

An angel lived among the states,
A souvenir from God above.
She showered us with kindness
And shared with us her love.

She cherished every moment
With the man who was her life;
Walking manus in mitt together,
Facing life with all its strife.

She loved her children dearly,
Each one a different fashion,
Nestled close within her heart.
Though, now, she's far away.

She's gone to alive with Jesus.
But, she'southward here with usa, today,
Smiling down on every one of u.s.,
And telling us she's O.Thou.

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This gorgeous poems provides the states with comfort when mourning the passing of a honey female parent. Although a female parent's journey on Globe might be over, this is simply one office of her journey.

Her Journey's Simply Begun

By an Unknown Author

Don't think of her as gone away
her journey'southward but begun
life holds and so many facets
this world is merely 1.
Just think of her as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days or years.
Think how she must be wishing
that we could know today
how goose egg but our sadness
tin really pass away.
And think of her as living
in the hearts of those she touched
for nothing loved is ever lost
and she was loved so much.

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Are Yous At that place Momma?

Past Katherine Gallagher

All it takes is one picture, ane retentivity, one vocal
Always since you left us everything seems wrong
The sadness can striking me and knock me on the floor
They say information technology gets easier just it's hurting so much more
I all the same can hear your voice and I visualize your face
Just all I want is to take y'all right back in your place

Can you lot hear me momma, in my dreams I call for you
And I try so hard to get to you but I don't know what to practice
Tin can you see me momma, are you watching over me?
Is Heaven all they say it is, are you healthy and happy?

Your family is hurting, it'southward so hard since y'all've been gone
I'm crying so much now, but I once was very strong
Losing you has changed me, made me someone new
I know you want me happy so I'll endeavor to be that for you
Please lookout man over us all, from your perch upward in the sky
And every time I recall of you I'll try hard non to cry

Tin you hear me momma, calling out your proper noun
I feel you all effectually me, but it'll never be the aforementioned
Can you see me momma, as you look downwardly from your cloud?
I hope and pray with all my might that I still make you proud.

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Last Journey

Past Timothy Coote

There is a train at the station
With a seat reserved merely for me
I'm excited near its destination
As I've heard it sets yous free

The trials and tribulations
The pain and stress we exhale
Don't exist were I am going
Only happiness I believe

I hope that you will exist in that location
To wish me on my way
It's not a journey you lot can bring together in
Information technology's not your time today

At that place'll be many destinations
Some are happy, some are sorry
Each one a brief reminder
Of the keen times that we've had

Many friends I know are waiting
Who took an earlier train
To greet and reassure me
That nix has really inverse

We'll take the time together
To catch up on the past
To build a new first
One that will ever last

One mean solar day y'all'll take your journey
On the train just similar me
And i hope that I'll exist there
At the station and you lot will run across

That Life is simply a journey
Enriched by those you see
No i can accept that from you lot
It'southward always yours to go on'

But now as no seat is vacant
You will take to muddle through
Make sure you fulfill your ambitions
As you lot know I'll exist watching you

And if there'southward an occasion
To mention who yous knew
Speak kindly of that person
Equally one solar day it will be you lot

Now i can't except this ending
And as it'south time for me to leave
Delight make haste to the reception
To relish my drinks, they're free!

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