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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvA-cOETP-A Oh, Michelle, in case there was Michelle and she was there. And I'm sure she was; how could you sing so sweetly to the completion of life if there was no Michelle, making your wine so sweet and inspiring? When you stop dying, you just don't live anymore. And if you stop to love for a single moment, there's no death to bring alive. That's why I'm sure Terry is still alive. That's why you and me and everyone holding a throbbing heart and no Michelle, agonizes irredeemably every day. Now, you know the remedy for your hurt, and I know mine, and it"ll stop to be useless just if we succeed to revive Michelle on our side. IaIr Menachem, reminding deep inside the "Seasons in the Sun" of Terry Jacks, 1974, in 2016 ************************************************************** Goodbye to you, my trusted friend. We've known each other since we're nine or ten. Together we climbed hills and trees. Learned of love and ABC's, skinned our hearts and skinned our knees. Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die, when all the birds are singing in the sky, Now that the spring is in the air. Pretty girls are everywhere. Think of me and I'll be there. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time. Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me, I was the black sheep of the family. You tried to teach me right from wrong. Too much wine and too much song, wonder how I got along. Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky, Now that the spring is in the air. Little children everywhere. When you see them I'll be there. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. But the wine and the song, like the seasons, have all gone. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. But the wine and the song, like the seasons, have all gone. Goodbye, Michelle, my little one. You gave me love and helped me find the sun. And every time that I was down you would always come around and get my feet back on the ground. Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky, Now that the spring is in the air. With the flowers ev'rywhere. I whish that we could both be there. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. But the stars we could reach were just starfishs on the beach We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. But the stars we could reach were just starfishs on the beach We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. But the wine and the song, like the seasons, have all gone. All our life we had seasons in the sun. But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time.
by IaIr Menachem

November 07, 2016 at 07:45AM
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