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I know he'll never be forgotten |
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He was a king uncrowned |
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I know I'll always remember |
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The warmth of his sound |
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Lingering long I'm sure he's still around |
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For those who heard they respect him yet |
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So those who hear won't forget |
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The sound of each phrase |
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Echoing time uncountable by days |
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The things he played are with us now |
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And they'll endure should time allow |
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Oh yes I remember Clifford |
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I seem to always fed him near somehow |
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Every day I hear his lovely tone |
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In every trumpet sound that has a beauty all its own |
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So how can we say something so real has really gone away? |
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I hear him now, I always will |
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Believe me I remember Clifford still. |
