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I see the gates They were pearly and white Saint Peter stands in front Beckoning me to come I walk in I seem to float With wings on my back I soar I realize where I am Heaven… Suddenly I wake An oxygen mask on my face Somebody saying something to me I groan in pain, I hurt all over “You’ve been in an accident,” they say to me. I remember the car Driving straight at us I moan once more And fall into shadow I now say that I’ve been, Though some don’t believe, To Heaven and back With an Ace up my sleeve
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