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I am going to a city,
Where the streets with gold are laid,
Where the tree of life is blooming,
And the roses never fade.
Here they bloom but for a season;
Soon their beauty is decayed.
I am going to a city,
Where the roses never fade.
Where the streets with gold are laid,
Where the tree of life is blooming,
And the roses never fade.
Here they bloom but for a season;
Soon their beauty is decayed.
I am going to a city,
Where the roses never fade.
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