Sometimes the way seems so unclear
Like walking through a cloud of tears
But nature's pretty, perfect flower
Blooms night and day at any hour
In my sickness or my health
In my poverty or wealth
I know that you will never leave me
And when I die that you will grieve me
And even at that final gate
You won't have very long to wait
For if we can make heaven here
Then we can make it anywhere
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