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When the sky turns blue again I'll be far away In a rather magical place Where angels like to play No more saddness will I feel The pain will all be gone For I'll be with my Father Singing a celestical song The music will soothe my weary soul And put joy within As I move around the sky With my angelic friends And though I'll miss the ones I love I know they'll all be fine For in this wonderful, magical place I can watch them all the time So grieve no more for me my dear For I have found a space Where only peace can be found In this magical place
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