When I come to the end of the day
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a 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 the love we once shared –
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we must all take
And each must go alone.
It’s all part of the Maker’s plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows
In doing good deeds-
Miss me, but let me go.

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