Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if its just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
My brother and I used to play a game. I'd point to a chair. "THIS IS NOT A CHAIR," I'd say. He would point to the table. "THIS IS NOT A TABLE." "THIS IS NOT A WALL," I'd say. "THAT IS NOT A CEILING." We'd go on like that. "IT IS NOT RAINING OUT." "MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!" He would yell. I'd point to my elbow. "THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE." He would lift his knee. "THIS IS ALSO NOT A SCRAPE!" "THAT IS NOT A KETTLE!" "NOT A CUP!" "NOT A SPOON!" "NOT DIRTY DISHES!" We denied whole rooms, years, weathers. Once, at the peak of our shouting, he took a deep breath. At the top of his lungs, he shrieked: "I HAVE NOT BEEN UNHAPPY MY WHOLE LIFE"
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Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if its just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
My brother and I used to play a game. I'd point to a chair. "THIS IS NOT A CHAIR," I'd say. He would point to the table. "THIS IS NOT A TABLE." "THIS IS NOT A WALL," I'd say. "THAT IS NOT A CEILING." We'd go on like that. "IT IS NOT RAINING OUT." "MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!" He would yell. I'd point to my elbow. "THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE." He would lift his knee. "THIS IS ALSO NOT A SCRAPE!" "THAT IS NOT A KETTLE!" "NOT A CUP!" "NOT A SPOON!" "NOT DIRTY DISHES!" We denied whole rooms, years, weathers. Once, at the peak of our shouting, he took a deep breath. At the top of his lungs, he shrieked: "I HAVE NOT BEEN UNHAPPY MY WHOLE LIFE"
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