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|Heaven is a place
within the heart.
Angels live there singing songs of praise.
Perhaps you've heard them, as you play your part,
Piercing through the veil of humdrum days.
Your love flows from that inner paradise,
The best of you, fed by mountain springs,
Winding down towards a world of want and vice,
Eternal in a world of passing things.
Love seeks like love to cherish in another,
Finding what will last through changing years.
The angels sing of love that lasts forever,
Here, now, in those who feel their joy as tears.