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HEAVEN’S GATE
- This
life sometimes is very strange
- At times it seems even deranged,
- Complications may come tomorrow
- Bringing with it much sorrow
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- At
midnight here I sit alone
- I can hear my inside groan,
- Feeling so empty inside
- I just want to run and hide
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- Soon
the dawn will break the dust
- And face the day, yes I must
- Would this new day bring a sigh?
- Or would I still hurt and cry?
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- Well,
the hours are stealing apace
- Perhaps the bed should be my place,
- I will not sit and pine and wait
- For I see a vision of Heaven’s Gate!
