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Sitting high, as I’m allowed

Quietly, here, above the clouds

Sprouted wings have found my back

Underneath, my empty pack

I have no need for earthly goods

I’ve left behind, the neighborhood

My journey ends and yet begins

Forgiven of my mortal sins

High above this earthly dome

God has called me to his home


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