We clasp our hands, We sing and chant, Turning and spinnig, Letting our soul and heart doing anything it can, Soaring and lifting, Our hearts grow a different color, Growing inside like a distant thunder, We look around, To see the heaven's light, Going higher and higher, taking flight The stars smile down on us, Angels sing and hum We then see the smiling, Protective face of the moon Then, do we relize, with our friends, This is our own heavenBirth sign: Not entered
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