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 He's gone,  is dead
 His remains upon  hearse ahead
 As silently we wander though the 
 He's free
 
 This is the 
 Your  over, night descends
 Below... Into the 
 Farewell, my friend, you will be 
 
 Lower the flags
  good man has passed
 He has reached the last of 
 Lower the flags
 Down to half-mast
  again the world has taken a turn for the worse
 
  done, he is dead
 Six feet of earth upon his 
 Now lay your 
 Upon the  who lies beneath
 
 Although you're gone
  memories you shall live on
 Asleep... In peace  rest
 The weight of the world is  your chest
 
 Lower the flags
 A good man has 
 He has reached  last of frontiers
 Lower the flags
 Down to half-mast
 For again the world has taken a  for the worse
 
 That morning light I'll always 
  these August nights: cold as December.