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You cannot be rid of me Not yet, not yet, you see. I have not seized the moon that paints the sea, Nor touched the star which guides my way Down the road to destiny. You cannot be rid of me Not yet, not yet, you see. My wish is not for immortality, But just that something to shine for eternity. I'm here to stay Until I leave that legacy. You cannot be rid of me Not yet, not yet, you see. I'm here to thank God For the miracle of me For the branches He set Upon my tree. Yes earth, you cannot be rid of me.
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