| «Mary is an angel,» says a 5-year old’s wide eyes
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| «You are the oldest person I’ve ever seen,»
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| Mary sighs
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| «These are the wings I made you so you can fly
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| When you get to heaven
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| Tell my grandmother I said hi,»
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| She’s on the fifth floor balcony
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| She sees heaven closer than us
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| She knows that God is watching
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| She knows that she can always trust
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| Her paper wings and halo
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| Mary is a full-care resident on her last days
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| They feed her pills and oatmeal
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| She’s set in her ways
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| Mary was born in England in 1904
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| She married young and had five children
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| And all but one died before her
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| She’s on the fifth floor balcony
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| She sees heaven closer than us
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| She knows that God is watching
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| She knows that she can always trust
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| Her paper wings and halo
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| Mary is tired of waiting
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| She is almost there
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| Mary knows she could fly, she could fly
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| If she could get out of that damn chair
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| Mary talks about her children when they were young
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| «You remind me of my grandchild
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| Loving life and having fun,»
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| Mary’s time is coming and she’s not afraid
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| Mary is a good woman and she loved the life that she made
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| That she made
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| She’s on the fifth floor balcony
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| She knows heaven awaits her now
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| She knows that God is calling
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| And when it’s time to fly
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| She’ll know how
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| With her paper wings and halo
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| «Mary is an angel,» says a 5-year old’s wide eyes
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| «You are the oldest person I’ve ever seen,»
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| Mary smiles
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| «These are the wings I made you so you can fly
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| When you get to heaven
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| Tell my mother I said hi» |