8.I Went To Heaven
'Twas a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with down.
Stiller than the fields
At the full dew,
Beautiful as pictures
People like the moth,
People like the moth,
Of melchin frames,
Duties of gossamer,
And eider names.
Almost contented
I could be
'Mong such unique
Society.
Society.
I Went To Heaven
People like the moth,
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