I'd like the memory of me 

To be a happy one.

I'd like to leave an after-glow

of smiles when life is done.

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I'd like to leave an echo,
Whispering softly down the ways.
Of happy times and laughing times
And bright sunny days.

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I'd like the tears of those who grieve, 
To dry before the sun. 
Of happy memories that I leave 
When life is done.