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Heaven is calling
 
Birds of a feather fly along together, maybe even go to the moon
It does not matter what the weather, we just may act like a loon
In the daylight or in the twilight, in storm or on clearest day
We know it's gonna be all right, as we laugh coming what may
So hold my hand oh so tight, we play in the star light
We laugh, play in the Sons light, we will dance for Gods' delight

By olderandbolder

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