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He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother .[embedded content] In loving memory of my brother Peter. Twenty years have passed. People say time heals all wounds. I wish that was true. But some wounds never heal — you just learn to live with the scars. But in dreams, I can hear your name. And in dreams, We will meet again. When the seas and mountains fall And we come to end of days, In the dark I hear a call Calling me there I will go there And back again.
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He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother .[embedded content] In loving memory of my brother Peter. Twenty years have passed. People say time heals all wounds. I wish that was true. But some wounds never heal — you just learn to live with the scars. But in dreams, I can hear your name. And in dreams, We will meet again. When the seas and mountains fall And we come to end of days, In the dark I hear a call Calling me there I will go there And back again.
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He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
.
In loving memory of my brother Peter.
Twenty years have passed.
People say time heals all wounds.
I wish that was true.
But some wounds never heal — you just learn to live with the scars.
But in dreams,
I can hear your name.
And in dreams,
We will meet again.When the seas and mountains fall
And we come to end of days,
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there
I will go there
And back again.