It s Heaven, my friend
The birds are all singing. In Heaven we stay.
The children are playing and flowers they smell.
They run everywhere, no One ever fell.
The days always sunny - no rains and no storms,
The climate is mild - no winter and snow.
No One catches cold - all healthy and wise.
It's Heaven, my friend. So perfectly nice!
It's here you meet your relatives, friends,
Your ancestors - late. They all passed away.
You feel all the joy to meet at one land.
It's Heaven, my friend. All happy to stay!
12/04/2011
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