It's time to go, the smallest one said
You belong with us always have
Don't you want to go where the angels pass
The brightest sun, the greenest grass
Take my hand and we'll fly as wide as the sky
and swim as deep as the sea
Although your body may rest, your spirit is free
And as the clock struck one, I heard the angels say
Come fly with me, home is this way.
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