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A windy night blew through this town
And bad luck came along
And down the cellar stairs we plunged,
Up the ladder to the roof
We rest our heads on our knees tonight
Miss the sanity that blew away
Warm our hands over our hearts
Swap stories of tepid summer heat
and half-forgotten storms
Once upon a time there was a maiden fair
Who stood upon her parapet to listen to the forest
The wind crept through her and stole her heart
And then she faded away
And all was lost to her
This restless dog around our feet,
These phantom birds around our ears
I must remember that they are only air
And remember that I am here to stay.
We will all endure
this new winter.
And bad luck came along
And down the cellar stairs we plunged,
Up the ladder to the roof
We rest our heads on our knees tonight
Miss the sanity that blew away
Warm our hands over our hearts
Swap stories of tepid summer heat
and half-forgotten storms
Once upon a time there was a maiden fair
Who stood upon her parapet to listen to the forest
The wind crept through her and stole her heart
And then she faded away
And all was lost to her
This restless dog around our feet,
These phantom birds around our ears
I must remember that they are only air
And remember that I am here to stay.
We will all endure
this new winter.
Just some thoughts on the rather abrupt change in the local weather. It's always nice when nature supplies a helpful metaphor to illustrate your personal affairs. So much is saved on exposition this way; the evening itself is such an elephant in the room that you can draw on its poetic beauty with a clever flick of the wrist. An even more effortless version of the flower sermon.
Look, no hands!
Look, no hands!
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