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Oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies |
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They tell me of a home far away |
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Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise |
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Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day. |
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Oh, the land of cloudless days |
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Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky |
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Oh, they tell me of a land where no storm clouds rise |
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Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day. |
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Oh, they tell me of a King in His beauty there |
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And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold |
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Where He sits on a throne that is whiter than snow |
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In the city that is made of gold. |
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Oh, the land of cloudless days |
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Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky |
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Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise |
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Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day. |
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Oh, the land of cloudless days |
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Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky |
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Oh, they tell me of a land where no storm clouds rise |
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Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day... |