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I heard a voice so pure and easy, |
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a songbird singing for me, |
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I had no choice, only to listen, |
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and surrender to her world; |
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And she will fly over the rainbow, |
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She will walk in fields of gold, |
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And when she sings |
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from the high walls of Heaven, |
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Will the angels cry like me? |
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At first alone, |
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then with hundreds around me, |
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Enchanted by her song, |
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and the darkness is falling, |
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But as the day is done, |
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The songbird sings no more; |
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And now she flies over the rainbow, |
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And she walks in fields of gold, |
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And when she sings |
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from the high walls of Heaven, |
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Will the angels cry like me? |
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And when she sings |
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from the high walls of Heaven, |
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Will the angels cry like me, |
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will the angels cry like me? |
