Home I'm bound
The eagell floated on golden wings so light they dripped Amberupon the sleeping world below and brighten like a cinder
soar on now you winged beast of boastful pride and beauty till heaven be with in the reach of stroke to over yonder.
then at last when I am home the pearly gates I enter, and see all the things I thought might never come.
but if the eagel should terry, the lord send me a dove, with in its mouth an olive branch to show me that there's truth
a land so rich it sparkles the streets be made of Gold and never will I leave those shores when at last I make it home.
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