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It’s not that simple my friend
To be so near to the end
And not to try to pretend
It’s not over

You spent your life in the maze
And here in your final days
Feel free now to gladly graze
On the stover

It’s like that wonderful smell
When in the air you can tell
As sure as ringing a bell
It’s cut clover

But it still has to dry
Gathered and piled up high
Until the snow’s in the sky
For the drover

A soul shining so bright
Reaching far into the night
Let’s go of God’s given light
Going Nova

It’s all part of moving on
To yet another new dawn
A Queen reborn from a pawn
Taken over

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