when the sky is cold, who is there to meet you? the piano troubadour of our hearts.
tears fall and soften the sad soil betwixt our toes. when the blood in our hearts runs with spirit, he knows the words trickling in our saliva. the poison of sadness, the merriment of rain, and let us not forget the pleasure of love.
most of all he helps us describe the passion of living, and the graces, the pain, the dreams there are of what were missing.... and what we have.
the sounds of our lives ring through his tunes.
so, raise your glasses everyone, he is.
brought to you live today from heaven and hell,
tom waits.

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