"(Melichior entire song) You fold his hands and smooth his tie, you gently life his chin. Were you really so blind? And unkind to him? Can't help the itch to touch to kiss to hold him once again. Now to close his eyes, never open them." A shadow past a shadow past yearning yearning for the fool. He called a home. All things he ever did are left behind. All the things his mama wished he bared in mind. And all his dad, had hope he know. The talks you never had the saturday's you never spent. All the grown up places, you never went. And all of the crying you wouldn't understand. You just let him cry, 'make a man out of him. A shadow past a shadow past yearning yearning for the fool. He called a home. All things he ever wished are left behind, all the things that ever flickered through his mind. All the sadness that he'd come to own. And it whistles through the ghosts still left behind."
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