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I do believe the Lord above;
Created you for me to love.
He picked you out from all the rest,
Because He knew I'd love you best.

If I get to heaven and you're not there;
I'll paint your face on the golden stair.
Then all the angels will know and see,
Exactly what you mean to me.

And, if you're not there by judgement day;
I'll know you went the other way.
I'll give the angels back their wings;
Golden vale and all such things.

And just to prove my love is true;
I'll go to hell dear, just for you!