As you walk through the emerald, green pastures

Onto the path taking you north

To a bright, white light

A teardrop comes down your beautiful face

You have been kissed by the angels of a land

A land where there is no pain, nor sorrow

A land that is free

A place called Heaven

When you walk through the white and golden gates

You hear singing

The singing of angels and friends

Saying"a new guest has arrived!"

For eternity

Your soul is filled with happiness

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