Holidays Are Memories in Waiting
Music:
Wann ich des Morgens frueh
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Holidays are memories in
waiting, Amply fitted out to linger long. Perhaps it is the food, the gifts, the song; Perhaps the love that keeps the light from fading. Years pass, traditions blend, people change; Holidays endure, each generation Offering its own fond re-creation Lest the next find such sweet labors strange. In memory the secret's repetition: Delight anticipated is delight Approaching a predictable condition, Yearly replicating a rendition So that on holidays each note sounds right. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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