cry no more
When death comes knocking on my door;
Do not cry for me no more.
Tears of happiness flow down my face;
As I gaze upon his amazing grace.
I will always remain within your heart;
I am there never to part.
No more pain ... shall I feel;
As before him I kneel.
As I watch you from above;
Remember its you that he and I love.
So when death comes knocking at my door;
Please do not cry for me no more.
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