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(This is dedicated to a lady I loved onstage in "The Music Man." Not long after the run of the show, she died. Yesterday, 6 March 2008, I paused at her grave up on Cemetery Hill. Carved on the headstone is the logo somebody made up for our show, a little trumpet-playing guy riding atop an enormous French horn, like somebody riding one of those nineteenth-century bicycles with the huge front wheel. The song was first released on the album "Prayers" and re-recorded for the album "Love Songs." Lastly, it was included on the retrospective album "Spiritual" in its original demo recording, the simplest.)
A ONCE BROKEN LOVE A once broken love, a dove's broken song, the pieces of laughter we lost, a rainbow we watched too long, a once broken song, with all broken strings-- when morning is spoken again, they'll all be unbroken things. Now the dark falls between us. Now we can't see each other so well, and there's so much too tell-- so much we forgot to say. But this broken love, with these broken wings, will never be broken again-- will ever be flying.
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