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O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies, |
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O they tell me of a home far away; |
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O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise, |
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O they tell me of an uncloudy day. |
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O the land of cloudless day, |
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O the land of an unclouded day, |
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O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise, |
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O they tell me of an uncloudy day. |
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O they tell me of a home where my friends have gone, |
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O they tell me of that land far away, |
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Where the tree of life in eternal bloom |
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Sheds its fragrance through the uncloudy day. |
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O the land of cloudless day, |
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O the land of an unclouded day, |
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O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise, |
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O they tell me of an uncloudy day. |
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O 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 the throne that is whiter than snow, |
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In the city that is made of gold. |
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O the land of cloudless day, |
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O the land of an unclouded day, |
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O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise, |
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O they tell me of an uncloudy day. |
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O they tell me that He smiles on His children there, |
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And His smile drives their sorrows all away; |
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And they tell me that no tears ever come again |
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In that lovely land of uncloudy day. |
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O the land of cloudless day, |
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O the land of an unclouded day, |
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O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise, |
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O they tell me of an uncloudy day |
