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Miss me, but let me go🤍
When I come to the end of the day,
And the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in the gloom-filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long.
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember...
And the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in the gloom-filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long.
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember...
