If the time come,
Cheer up along the procession
to celebrate that I finished the race till the line
even without a trophy
I kept the faith
If the time come,
Kept my account open
And let me up date my status
That in heaven every one become a singer and musician
No more tears and pain gone
If the time come,
Burn out momento things about me
In case in a full moon remind you of me
Go down to the Library find my Biography
All stories about my love for you
Crafted in golden ink
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