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When the world becomes beautiful and appears to me in a haze
When all my problems seem to just fade away
When all I can think of is what paradise must be like
I am suddenly lifted above the sorrow in this world
Lifted above pain and worry into a cloud of beauty
Carried to a place where I can't be reached, except by your touch
This is when I am who I am, the way I was meant to be
And I know all the wonderful things to come can't compare
To the way I feel when I'm carried to Heaven on the wings of Anthony
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