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When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set on me, I want no rites in a gloom filled room,... why cry for a soul set free. Miss me a little - but not too long, and not with your head bowed low, Remember the love that we once shared, miss me -but let me go. For this is a journey that we all must take, and each must go alone. It's all a part of the Master's plan, a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, go to the friends we know. And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds, miss me - but let me go.