Postcards from heaven, the feathers that fall.
A light snowy mist, the Humming bird's call.
\A cool night's breeze, and the warm ocean blue.
The bright morning sunnrise, after a late night's dew.
\The sweet smelling pine, and a loud mountain echo.
Fields of lavender lillies, like money under a pillow.
\The feeling of being lucky, and old books full of dust.
Soft fluffy clouds, and the stars shinning lust.
\A white pickett fence, and a clear blue sea.
The wind's floating fingertips,
and two names carved in a tree.
\Postcards from heaven,
we recieve everyday.
They're evrywhere, they're all around,
In every different way.

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