When I am gone from here, this place br called earth, I shall miss the ones I br hold so dear. br br I shall miss the music of the brook, br and the symphony of the sea. br br I shall miss the meadows and the forest br and the flowers in the spring. br br I shall miss the gray light of dawn, the blue br sky above and the gentle breeze on a br dark starry night. br br I shall miss the hope of tomorrow, the rush br of the wind and the promise of love. br br I shall miss the rain from the sky, the dew br on the grass and the softness of roses. br br I shall miss the cold breath of winter, springs br gentle touch, the warmness of summer br and the beauty of fall. br br I shall miss the joys in my life, the light that br is truth and the song of the blackbird. br br I shall miss the laughter of chlidren, the br wisdom of age and my friends at my side. br br I shall miss the silence of an early morn, br the whisper of the wind and the peace br in my heart. br br I shall miss all that there is about this earth. br I shall miss you...life.