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Mar 7
heaven must be big we all have a place
when ever someone dies they always have a space
there must be loads of room everybody goes
where heaven really is no one really knows

oneday we all will know when we say goodbye
with our big white wings to heaven we will fly
to heaven up above high up in the sky
where everybody goes if and when we die
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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   DENNY R ALLISON
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