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BLESSED ARE THE ONE-WAY TICKETHOLDERS ON THE ONE-WAY STREETBLESSED ARE THE MIDNIGHT RIDERSWHO IN THE SHADOW OF GOD THEY SLEEPBLESSED ARE THE HOT OLD HIKERSSTARING OUT AT FALLING RAINWON`DRING AT THE RETRIBUTIONIN THEIR PERSONAL ACQUAINTANCE WITH PAINBLESSED ARE THE BLOOD RELATIONSOF THE YOUNG ONES WHO HAVE DIEDWHO HAD NOT THE TIME OR PATIENCETO CARRY ON THIS EARTHLY LIFERAIN WILL COME AND WINDS WILL BLOW,WILD DEER IN THE MOUNTAIN SNOW.BIRDS WILL BEAT AT HEAVEN`S WALL,WHAT COMES TO ONE MUST COME TO US ALL.WELL, YOU AND I ARE ON THE ONE-WAY TICKETHOLDERS ON THAT ONE-WAY STREETWHICH LLIES ACROSS A GOLDEN VALLEYWHERE THE WATER OF JOY AND HOPE RUN DEEPSO IF YOU PASS THE PARENTS WEEPINGOF THE YOUNG ONES WHO HAVE DIEDTAKE THEM TO YOUR WARMTH AND KEEPINGFOR BLESSED ARE THE TEARS THEY CRIEDAND MANY WERE THE TEARS THEY CRIEDTAKE THEM TO THE VALLEY WIDEAND LET THEIR SOULS BE PACIFIED
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