Somewhere farther than angels sing,
We'll meet again in a different world;
Minus the grief and the savagery,
Where things are perfectly wild and free-
And I'll love you, under a certain tree.
Somewhere we can't ever be found,
The stars will lead us and guide our way;
And there'll be no jealous hearts around,
Watching our every move, and sigh;
Together morning, noon and night.
Somewhere else we can only fly,
Comforted by nearness, each of each;
It isn't a dream, and it isn't a lie;
And if it's possible, we'll find a way-
So it can all come true- some day.
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