Enjoyed the warmth of the glowing ball
Danced to the rhythm of rain
A peaceful slumber at the breeze's lullaby
Not missed a single second
He has had enough
It is time to move on
Done everything entitled
What more is in due?
Times vanished
Moments can’t congeal
Life must go on
Whether he is in or his heir
Yes, he did understand
The moment to bid a sweet good bye
The gentle man passed on his crown
To the throne his successor gently blown
It is time for him to row back his boat
Wishing his son all his might
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