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Our future lies behind us now We've no more dreams, no fields to plow Without complaint for what we did We gave back more than we took out We wandered down a different path The road not taken was our map And though the end lies just ahead There's nothing more that we would ask So step aboard the ferry, dear We'll sail through sunset without fear There are no byways left to choose Now that our journey brought us here Please take my hand and gently squeeze Consume the pleasant, tender breeze No need for rage at dying light With eyes unclosed we'll enter sleep Some sense of us will linger on Through friendships nurtured all along But once the last of them departs All thoughts of us will then be gone Though none will know about us The world still spins without us