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What is left behind

It weighs upon my mind

The way things had seemed

The things that should have been

Now I've forgiven

I pray for your return

Our worlds are now so different

That once free spirit

Could be so near

That once free spirit

Will disappear

Breathe those spirit fumes

No mourning shallow abuse

[solos - Young, Evans]

What is left behind

It weighs upon my mind

The way things had seemed

The things that should have been

Now I've forgiven

I pray for your return

Our worlds are now so different

That once free spirit

Could be so near

That once free spirit

Will be missed