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I walked with you and talked with you |
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And held your loving hand |
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We loved awhile, I lived awhile |
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And thought that fate had a plan |
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Ah, but someone stole my angel |
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And I lost what I loved most |
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I may never get to heaven |
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But I once came mighty close |
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I may never play a golden harp |
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Or spread celestial wings |
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Or walk a golden staircase |
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While the distant chorus sings |
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Oh, but I once held your sweet love |
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And felt your tender touch |
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I may never get to heaven |
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But I didn't miss it much |
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I may never get to heaven |
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But I didn't miss it much |
