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Heaven's Gate

Heavens Gate                                  


All through life we may move slow
Not like watching the grass grow

At times were in a hurry
We don’t stop or slowdown to worry

When we get older we do slowdown
Our skin may wrinkle and look like a frown

The only time were never late
When were going up to heavens gate
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