Come
Here
Come
The
Heavens
Are
Above
We
I
You
My
Monsignor
Must
Take
Off
All
From
Our
Hands
And
Lie
Face
Upwards
To
These
High
Heavens
Above
Us
Sigh
To
Reach
Such
Heights
Sooner
The
More
preferred!
You
My
Monsignor
I
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