wow... what can i say? my dark and darling george had it right. so early, he sung with a depth so sincerely cold and scary it felt like a drowning ... so high and light that even one (or two) in the cradle felt like flying, yet so deep and serious, the message retained a context as certain as the grave. and all i can say is thanks.
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