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Heaven


Heaven where the streets are made of gold, Heaven where you never age or grow old, Heaven where life's secrets unfold, Heaven where the secrets are told, Heaven where flowers grow wild, Heaven once again your a child, Heaven the weathers always warm or mild, Heaven where wings lay open in piles, Heaven where we are free, Heaven can't you see? Heaven it's for you and for me, Heaven when we are free.
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