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I Think of Heaven as... |
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I Think of Heaven as... |
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I think of heaven
as a cloud in the sky. Way up above us so very high. A beautiful place where sunset comes when you call. A place where it doesn't hurt when you fall. A place where Nana is playing her part, But now she needs help from Papa's heart. I love you Papa, but you have to go. I care for you Papa and so, I write this poem between you and me, But when you get to heaven let Nana see. |
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