The stories only grow in the telling
They cannot but be sweeter every night
The songs can only grow in the singing
Those who've kept their promises bright.
Each time around, remember the singer
And drink to the angels who were there
And don't forget the magic of the sidemen
Who fed delight or laid the sorrows bare.
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
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