{"id":1895,"date":"2017-05-06T20:19:42","date_gmt":"2017-05-06T20:19:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/?p=1895"},"modified":"2025-10-14T06:06:21","modified_gmt":"2025-10-14T14:06:21","slug":"remembering-abbey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/?p=1895","title":{"rendered":"Remembering Abbey"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\"Abbey!!!!\"<\/a><\/p>\n

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I don\u2019t know about you guys, but given the way things have been going lately, there\u2019s a song I\u2019ve been thinking about that drapes over my hopes and fears like a tailored silk suit. It\u2019s three years shy of 30 since it came out, but it somehow feels as though it could have \u2013 and should have \u2013 been written the day before yesterday:<\/p>\n

Summer’s gone<\/em>
\n And winter’s here<\/em>
\n We had a lot of rain this year<\/em>
\n The news is really very sad<\/em>
\n The time is late,<\/em>
\n The fruit is bad<\/em>
\n The morning’s come<\/em>
\n And roosters crow<\/em>
\n But people have no place to go<\/em>
\n And disappear<\/em>
\n Just like the sun<\/em>
\n When the day is done<\/em><\/p>\n

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The world is falling down<\/em>
\n Hold my hand<\/em>
\n It’s a lonely sound<\/em>
\n Hold my hand<\/em>
\n We’ll follow the breeze<\/em>
\n And go like the wind<\/em>
\n And look for a place<\/em>
\n Where the willows bend<\/em>
\n The world is falling down<\/em>
\n Hold my hand, hold my hand<\/em>
\n Hold my hand, hold my hand\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

LYRICS \u00a9 BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC<\/p>\n

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