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It's a place where there's no crying A place of Holy Light Its where our precious Kara Resides all clothed in white The angels will adore her And welcome her with glee Jesus will say proudly You now belong to me He'll take her by the hand With his gentle hold He'll tell her, "This is your house Let's walk the streets of gold" |
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