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There's a stone where grass used to lieOne of blood, took a vertical rideThere's remorse in a dark hollow caveThem old memories can be haunting to the graveThere's a child with hair of flaming redIn his room, in his books, in his headLittle problems continued unresolvedSilent whispers that never rang out loudWhen that white light is approachingAnd the gates are opening wideI will reach out for RichardWhen I see you in the by and byThere's a life that never ran true courseWorking parts got broke beyond repairBut there's a chance upon some spiritual groundingWe might meet in the promise landWhen that white light is approachingAnd the gates are opening wideI will reach out for RichardWhen I see you in the by and by From Letras Mania