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Sandra Ellen Bacall

After it's swept up and gone
and tumbled to the sea
Fly high little darling
For you the light is free
falls on you, falls on you, falls on you.

Great Mystery Great Mystery Great Mystery

After grace is shed and sewn
And tumbles to your dream
Fly high little darling
For you the light is free
falls on you, falls on you, falls on you.

Great Mystery Great Mystery Great Mystery