Grandma sheds her mortal shell
Off to heaven she fliesGrandpa
Jesus
The Angels
All waiting there
To welcome her to paradise
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Evening waves
Evening waves crash the shore The sun goes down upon the beach once more Hear the gulls cry good night As they fly by
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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