The funeral was on-
To celebrate, the life, of the person, that was gone.
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Many words were said-
From the heart, and many were read.
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And, then from the back row came a few cousins or two-
To sing a couple, of songs, all the way through.
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They weren’t famous, they weren’t on a show-
But, my oh my, the rhythm did flow.
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To sing, from the heart, for the one now up above-
Pure winning here, no gimmicks, just pure love.
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The funeral was on-
To celebrate, the life, of the person, that was gone.
Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 