Miss me a little, but let me go,
When 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 that we once shared,
Miss me..but let me go.
For this is a journey that I must take,
And we must go alone;
It’s all a part of the Masters plan,
A step on the road to “Home”.
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