This popped up on a friend’s Facebook page and was forwarded to me.
I cried again.
What a night. I’m afraid to sleep because it might be a dream or be stolen away in the night.
Doc
This popped up on a friend’s Facebook page and was forwarded to me.
I cried again.
What a night. I’m afraid to sleep because it might be a dream or be stolen away in the night.
Doc
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I’ve always loved that song.
This is gorgeous.
A.
It really happened. 🙂
Lovely piece. Thanks for posting.
Peace, V.
This is one dream we don’t have to wake up from, Doc. Thanks for the song.
This is the second time this site has gotten me choked up. I need to quit reading this at work.
Any way to sum I my mood from last night and this morning:
When tyrants tremble, sick with fear,
And hear their death-knell ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near,
How can I keep from singing?
Above the tumult and the strife,
I hear the music ringing;
It sounds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?