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| Oh! | they tell me of a home far be- | yond the | skies |
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| And they tell me of a home far a- | way |
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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 un- | clouded | day. |
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| Oh! | the land of cloudless days |
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| Oh! the land of an un- | clouded | 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 un- | clouded | day. |
| Oh! they tell me of a home where my friends have gone |
| And they tell me of that land far away |
| Where the Tree of Life in eternal bloom |
| Sheds its' fragrance through the unclouded day. |
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| Oh! they tell me of the King in His beauty there |
| And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold |
| Where He sits on a throne that is whiter than snow |
| In the city that is made of gold. |
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| Oh! they tell me that He smiles on His children there |
| And His smile drives their sorrows away |
| And they tell me that no tears ever come again |
| In that lovely land of unclouded day. |
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