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and to let it go
and to be smothered by the white snow
what love like life was there
together we will stand and stare
and when we lift the last stone
and are always together and not alone
there i will find you there
it may be at the bottom of the first stair
and yes i see how lonley we can be
the bridge is broken going over there
the swallows have no wings
and i can't here you sing
and yes i know how sad you can be
the tears fall over me
the fountain and the free
the zealot's and you and thee
and i understand
the spirit's and the code
the long and winding road
the kelly's from the toad
and though i see castle's in the air
i am in the midst of despair
and the crooked candies are not there
and the apple and the pear
and the puppet's and their crazy stare
Georges

George

Some true romance at last with the Zealot's Toad obsession trying to bridge the mouse's hand in the deep mid-winter snows. Let the bells sing and ring out for auld Quado.

Is this my Christmas card you mean .........................?

I like the softer side of Walrus Man

Kind regards

Ben

I had a mishap with this offering to the Board, Ben.
It happens...........
Georges