Behind A Late Sky
I've cut through life with grand experience. Now I'm old and standing on the
precipice where a man finds what really matters. The dance of life gradually slows down, with nothing but a pocketful of memories. Facing that last hurrah
and the joys and sorrows that make life all the more lived. When tall shadows point the way behind a late sky, and that first sight of heaven...where men learn to fly!
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