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i wish i was in heaven
for then, i'll be dead..
as i learn to fly
i remember the times
when i used to walk to get to places
and used to talk to get into people's heads...

when i die.. i'll remember how many times i fell down
and how many times i stood up knowing that i'll fall
down once more..

in heaven, i will learn to play the lyre and sing to
God how wonderful life is to make my death even better.

rain will then pour, for once again the heavens have heard
the story of someone whose life was fulfilled and whose
death is his escape from himself