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Toast
Jun 18, 2005 18:05:21 GMT -5
Post by Julie on Jun 18, 2005 18:05:21 GMT -5
TOAST I thought it was Easter time the way the light rose rose that morning Lately you've been on my mind You showed me the rope ropes to climb over mountains and to pull myself out of a landslide of a landslide I thought it was harvest time You always loved the smell of the wood burning She with her honey hair Dalhousie Castle she would meet you there In the winter Butter yellow The flames you stirred Yes, you could stir I raise a glass Make a toast A toast in your honor I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance 'cause on yoru right standing by is Mr. Bojangles With a toast he's telling me it's time to raise a glass Make a toast A toast in your honor I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance 'cause on your right standing by is Mr. Bojangles With a toast he's telling em it's time To let you go Let you go I thought I'd see you again You said you might do Maybe in a carving In a cathedral Somewhere in Barcelona
I think this song is definitely a lot of things that no one will ever know but Tori and her brother or perhaps her family and close friends because a lot of this sounds like inside jokes and/or personal things that can't be described. It's a beautiful dedication to her brother.
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