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tell me father are you riding on thefictional bus up to heaven above?do you listen to the angles on theoutskirts... have they persuadedyou? oh tell me father perhaps youhad been persuaded before i justwant to know where your body andsoul roam tonightbut I know I'll never know until I passaway to the next life i know I'll neverknow where your souls roams tonightuntil I reach the afterlifekneeling in this church of stone onthis pew reading my prayer book"we commend to you Lord all thesouls who have died" as you walk inthe garden is the grass broken glasson your feet? i want to believe when
I think how I wasted my chanceand mother and I pray that it wouldhappen someday we would find youwhere we're going
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