The sun will still rise,
the day will still begin.
The city will survive and
the people will still live.
While I am gone.
The empty places will be
filled,
the empty dreams will be
rebuilt.
But friendship will still
go on.
While I am gone.
The memories will grow
strong,
and the distance will grow
long.
We would still manage to
smile,
and laugh out loud all
along.
While I am gone.
The priorities might
change,
the world might get
strange.
The love might find a new
place,
and the new place might
find your love.
But we would still find
meaning in chaos.
While I am gone.
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