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Hang me high, closer to heaven when I die. I'll have less steps to climb. Place my ashes on Mistral winds over tranquil pastures. I will spread to the lands I have traveled. Wipe your tears with pictures of us. On better days with any luck I will live in memories
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Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
Closer to heaven
Hang me high, closer to heaven when I die. I'll have less steps to climb. Place my ashes on Mistral winds over tranquil pastures. I will spread to the lands I have traveled. Wipe your tears with pictures of us. On better days with any luck I will live in memories
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Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
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