Heaven

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Swinging on an old tree branch
Lifted by the thought of clouds
Swinging on an old tree branch
Carried by the weight of the stars

Sitting at the bottom of the ocean
Lifted by the thought of the sun
Sitting at the bottom of the ocean
Carried by the weight of the moon

The glowing burst
heaven's hurt
And it's up to you
to save it

Of golden air
I am am afraid that
That strong being
Of the haven

It has lost
Its wing
So return
To sing

Another time

It lines up.
The glowing burst of golden air.
Etc.

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