Do not mourn me when I'm gone
Be happy and sing a joyous song
For I am in a better place
Flying high above in grace
Do not mourn me when I leave
Be happy that I'm finally free
I finally feel the heavens breeze
So be happy for me please
Please don't mourn me when I'm not here
Don't even shed a single tear
I'm always with you in your heart
The world won't end it's just a start
Please don't mourn me it is not your fault
Don't let this put your life on hault
I'll always be right here
Don't worry about me precious dear
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