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I'm satisfied with just a cottage below |
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A little silver and a little gold |
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But in that city where the ransomed will shine |
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I want the gold one that's silver lined |
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I've got a mansion just over the hilltop |
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In that bright land where we'll never grow old |
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And some day yonder, we will never more wander |
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But walk on streets that are pure as gold |
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Don't think me poor or deserted or lonely |
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I'm not discouraged, |
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I'm heaven bound |
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I'm but a pilgrim in search of the city |
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I want a mansion, a harp and a crown |
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I've got a mansion just over the hilltop |
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In that bright land where we'll never grow old |
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And some day yonder, we will never more wander |
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But walk on streets that are purest gold |
