Since I made the acquaintance of the heavens
Never have my sight been failed by her stars
Heaven, a good mother nature
In galaxies diverse
Her children arranged like Abraham's
Rose is the brightest I see
Since I made the acquaintance of the heavens
She became my refuge
I see her everywhere I go
I find solace
Knowing I'd see you by the morrow
And the morrow after
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