Wind sneaks up the back of my Sweater, up my neck And through my hair. Through my hair it sneaks Lifting up my hairs one by one Raising them high up above my head, Giving me a golden crown.
A man and his daughter were walking down the bridge between Heaven and Hell. They were looking for the daughter’s mom and the father’s wife. They were too scared to go into Hell so they went into Heaven. She was not there.
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