The Last Line Itself

Fly beyond the skies with me,
Our Fantasy of Love to be;
never-ending, hearts ascending,
therepeutic remedy
flying high and free.
Over clouds, over the sea,
sailing to Heaven above,
in the springtime,
beautiful ringtime,
we will fly on wings of a dove,
God is our shepherd –
this is our song!
God is our Shepherd, my Love.

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