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We sang together, Mary and I
Downstairs, in the church
under St. Joan of Arc grade school
Don't remember the hymns
Latin words
Sounds, mostly
Just know
our voices
vibrated as one
Moving through the heavens
Giving angels pause
Makin' the Creator proud of His children
Aye, His children we were
8 years old
and earning our wings
Downstairs, in the church
under St. Joan of Arc grade school
Don't remember the hymns
Latin words
Sounds, mostly
Just know
our voices
vibrated as one
Moving through the heavens
Giving angels pause
Makin' the Creator proud of His children
Aye, His children we were
8 years old
and earning our wings
Published 25th Mar 2013
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26th Mar 2013 2:25am
Mary could sing like the other side of the Janis Joplin scale.
Her voice was liquid emotion.
Her voice was liquid emotion.
