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From: cfbd@southern.co.nz (Colin Douthwaite)
Subject: Candle in the Wind
Date: 1997/10/11
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   /                                             /\
  /                                             |_/
 |           CANDLE IN THE WIND  (1997)         |
 |                                              |
 |                                              |
 |     Goodbye England's rose;                  |    _,__\     |;'|_
  \    may you ever grow in our hearts.          \   \_` @'    @'_./
   \   You were the grace that placed itself      \   \.'  )\  ''
    |  where lives were torn apart.                |       (&)
    |  You called out to our country,              |       _|._
    |  and you whispered to those in pain.         |     y\.-v'l
   /   Now you belong to heaven,                  /      f Y   |
  |    and the stars spell out your name.        |       | "   |
  |                                              |       |     |
   \   And it seems to me you lived your life     \      b     |
    |  like a candle in the wind:                  |     |     |
    |  never fading with the sunset                |     |     |
    |  when the rain set in.                       |     |     |
    /  And your footsteps will always fall here,   /     |     |
   /   along England's greenest hills;            /      |     |
  /    your candle's burned out long before      /       |     |      ,;::;,
 |     your legend ever will.                   |  _..--f`-...-'|--..'/   ))
 |                                              |  \ `-.!._____.!.-' (__,;'
  \    Loveliness we've lost;                    \  \               .---'
   \   these empty days without your smile.       \  ``-...___...-''
    |  This torch we'll always carry               |              (FL)
    |  for our nation's golden child.              |
    |  And even though we try,                     |
   /   the truth brings us to tears;              /
  |    all our words cannot express              |
  |    the joy you brought us through the years. |
   \                                              \
    |  Goodbye England's rose,                     |
    |  from a country lost without your soul,      |
    |  who'll miss the wings of your compassion    |
    /  more than you'll ever know.                 /
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         [  Words by Bernie Taupin ]


Bye,