| It came in like a freight train
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| Cut a path some 2 miles wide
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| With so much devistation
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| Can’t believe more didn’t die
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| As they were diggin' through the rubble
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| Pullin' stickes and stones away
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| Somehow little maggie was ok
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| With a butterfly
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| Floatin' on the wind
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| Protectors and collectors
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| Women, children and men
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| I believe in my soul
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| When it’s my time I’ll take a ride
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| On the wings of a butter fly
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| She fought a long hard battle
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| They were standing by her side
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| Daughters sons and grandkids
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| Came to pray and say goodbye
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| When they opened up that window
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| She was overcome with peace
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| Closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep
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| With a butterfly
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| Floatin' on the wind
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| Protectors and collectors
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| Women, children and men
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| I believe in my soul
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| When it’s my time I’ll take a ride
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| On the wings of a butter fly
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| Well this world is full of cynics
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| But that’s alright with me
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| I like to think that angels
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| Can look like anything |