I do not want your pearly gates, don’t want your streets of gold

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I do not want your pearly gates, don’t want your streets of gold

"This morning I was born again, I was born again complete
I stood up above my troubles and I stand on my two feet
My hand it feels unlimited, my body feels like the sky
I feel at home in the universe where yonder planets fly"
— Woody Guthrie

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