An angel is going to greet me,
And perhaps you too
Once we cross the bar,
Once we us properly view,
An angel is going to hold us
Our hands in Hers,
Once we travel times
Once we hit the lines of rhymes,
An angel will sing us
An evening to Nathula Pass
Once we journey 'Uphill'*
Once we reach only that proper feel.
(Note : *a poem by C. G. Rossetti)
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