Here's another
thinking of my brothers
Miss you Paul and John
damn how time has gone
but we is what we have been given
and we do our own livin'
Breakfast at a country inn
let the day roar as we begin
someday I'll see you soon
crazy as a friggin loon
every day I miss ya
may every sunrise kiss ya
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