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They tell me of a home far beyond the skies |
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And they tell me of a home far away |
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They tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise |
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They tell me of an unclouded day |
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The land of cloudless days |
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The land of an unclouded sky |
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They tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise |
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They tell me of an unclouded day |
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They tell me of a home where my friends have gone |
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And they tell me of that land far away |
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Where the tree of life in eternal bloom |
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Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day |
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They tell me of the King in His beauty there |
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And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold |
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Where He sits on a throne that is whiter than snow |
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In the city that is made of gold |
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They tell me that He smiles on His children there |
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And His smile drives their sorrows away |
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And they tell me that no tears ever come again |
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In that lovely land of unclouded day |
