We're saying goodbye
But this is not the end
Not now, not yet
I'll see you on the other side
When it is my turn
To hold your hands
And I've waited too long
To feel your hands
Touch my face ; slowly,
So meet me at the gates
I'll be there, waiting for you
With a bouquet of your favourite flower
And I'll wash these tears away
So you can keep that beautiful smile
On your face.
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