At Last GoneAll the lives from this small town
Are now forgotten here
No one lasts to shed a tear
When do you at last no longer live?
When you have no more left to give
And no more is given for you
It is then that your life is through
But the light shed down from heaven
Brightening the bluest of sky
Proves that not all is broken
There are still those souls soaring high
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