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May the roads rise to meet you, May the winds be always At your back, May the sun shine warm Upon your face, The rains fall soft Upon your fields, And until we meet again May God hold you in the hollow Of his hand. A precious one from us has gone A voice we loved is stilled; A place is vacant in our hearts, Which never can be filled. And after a lonely heartache And many a silent tear, But always a beautiful memory Of one we love so dear.

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