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My grandfather's name was |
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MoonBecause his eyes were bright and round |
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No amount of time or liquor could dull them |
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My grandmother's name was |
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JoyBecause it spilled out of her heart |
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And bathed her precious children in its warmth |
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And there was happiness in life |
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Beyond the sorrow and the pain |
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But how they ever found it |
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I cannot explain |
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I guess time has a way of making everything alright |
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It's just there is not enough of it |
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And so we drink and we sing and we celebrate this lie |
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And hope that it will last, morning is here night has passed |
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My grandfather was a doctor |
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He cured the sick with his kind hands |
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And he taught me how to sail and how to find dry land |
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My grandmother was all sweetness |
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And when she spoke we all heard bells and |
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They ran in such a way that we were comforted |
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And they held on to each other with all the strength they had |
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And they loved with devotion beyond what |
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I understand |
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But fear has a way of making sleep unbearable |
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And the days seem dark and long |
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But we cry and we dance |
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And we stumble into love an awkward perfect grace |
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The moon is gone and the sun has took its place |
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The moon is gone and the sun has took its place |
