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         I wait for you in heaven On this perfect string of love And drink your soup of magpies in a Pottery bowl that looks As I am now, brown, round and warm Chime on a rain wet An ankle, toes or two Sweetly as it drops upon your head Just like it did today Fortunately gone I wait for you Chime on a rain wet An ankle, toes or two Sweetly as it drops upon your head Just like it did today Fortunately gone I wait for you Fortunately gone I wait for you  | 
      
       
        
 
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