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Oct 2020
they say that when we die.  we get our wings and fly
to heaven up above high up in the sky
to our home above where the angels stay
high up in the sky beyond the milky way

to our resting place where we can rest in peace
no more pain or sorrow all of this will cease
where theres lots of love and your life is free
peace for ever more there will always be
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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     Shaun Yee, --- and Khoisan
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