Thu
May
7
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“Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you forever I’ll stay
We’re goin’ out where the sand’s turnin’ to gold
So put on your stockin’s baby ‘cause the night’s getting cold
And everything dies baby that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back”
- Levon Helm, “Atlantic City” from “The Ties That Bind”, 1993
