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• The Gypsy wind, it called your name, No time to say good-bye. you left us here alone, old friend, To take your final ride.
• The world it couldn’t tame your soul, you lived your life with pride. Now you soar free – like the crow, you’re an your final ride.
• Your memory won’t fade, old friend, We’ll hold you deep inside. We’d come with you if, we only could, Upon your final ride.
• It’s time to say so long, old friend, As you take your final ride. We’ll keep you with us in our hearts, If not riding by our side.