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And I rise with the gayest of sunbeams |
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And I walk 'neath the warmth of her rays |
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With the flowers blossomed high on the thorns |
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She's the girls with the painted black swirl |
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And she rose like an arch in my sky |
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And scraped the filth from my mind |
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Far from the screams of the low downed and toiled |
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And faulty men who've been dethroned |
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She's my light and Godly shine |
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The flying silver angel rides |
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And I rise with the gayest of sunbeams |
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And I walk 'neath the warmth of her rays |
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With the flowers blossomed high on the thorns |
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She's the girl with the painted black swirl |
