| Oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies
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| They tell me of a home far away
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| Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
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| Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day
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| Oh, the land of cloudless days
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| Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky
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| Oh, they tell me of a land where no storm clouds rise
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| Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day
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| Oh, they tell me of a King in His beauty there
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| They tell me that mine eyes shall behold
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| Where He sits on a throne that is whiter than snow
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| In a city that is made of gold
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| Oh, the land of cloudless days
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| Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky
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| Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
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| Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day
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| Oh, the land of cloudless days
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| Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky
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| Oh, they tell me of a land where no storm clouds rise
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| Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day |