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Heaven
We walk down the street
We watch the sunrise, hand in hand
Empty lane drowns in crimson
And heaven comes down
We say "Good morning" to God
And he answers with a bow
We call on a nearby cafe
To have a cup of morning
I hear the the noise in there, and shocked i sit
The heaven breaks in two
There is a hole and god is sewing it
Lots of work to do
And holy water pouring from the sky
in gentle summer rain
But god is working still and angels fly
I know your name
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