I saw you for the last time today
You wandered this world
Then wandered away
Goodbye my friend
I saw you for the last time today
I see your face
And your mane, not yet touched by gray
Goodbye my friend
You could never understand
The pain I felt when the other line
Said you died today
Goodbye my friend
You could never understand
How it feels to grow older
To grow up and change
Goodbye my friend
The beautiful flowers
Bloom true and smell sweet
Then wither below our feet
Lingering in memory until next spring
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