Don’t cry for me when I am gone,
Sing a song, of love and praise,
So I can look down, through the misty haze,
Hear sweet music full of love,
Being sung for me up above,
With joy and love, from the heart,
So I can carry it with me,
Through the skies up above,
Till the day we meet again,
When our love will reign,
Then we can walk, hand in hand for ever,
Through Gods most glorious plain
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