I was walking home one night
And I saw a star big and bright
I closed my eyes, heaven in mind
Where, there, the truth I would find
I thought of all the angels, how happy they'd be
Smiling at everyone as they fluttered around me
Then I saw the King of Kings
As he flew about on his Angel Wings
When I woke up from this lovely dream
It was over, or so it seemed
Then I went to bed and prayed to the King
Remembering heaven, and God's Angel Wings
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