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True Lovers In The Sky
There is the one we love
Who fits like ball in glove
And everywhere we go
They’re tucked inside us

No one knows the why
Only heavens in the sky
Has the story of the glory
Of true lovers

You meet’em and you greet’em
And there is something in the season
That brings the two together
That’s divine

Feels prewritten in the spines
The vines are intertwined
And thinking in the minds
Don’t undo the souls

They are the ones we love
Who fit like ball in glove
And everywhere we go
They are inside us

No one knows the why
Only heavens in the sky
Has the story of the glory
Of true love

At some point loves will leave us
Our souls will feel depleted
Till both realize the needed
Is the other

So brother don’t you blunder
The heavens 8th World Wonder
True lovers are true lovers
In the sky

That is the one we love
You fit like ball in glove
And everywhere you go
You feel inside’em

No one knows the why
Only heavens in the sky
Has the story of the glory
Of true love

Has the story and the glory
Of true love

Has the story and the glory
Of true love
To warm up my voice my
Music Man, Jeff had me
sing the song a few times.  
Every time I belted the
lines, They are the ones we
love / Who fit like ball in
glove / And everywhere
we go / They’re tucked
inside us, I felt
uncomfortable.  After a
few missed takes I said, “I
really need to light two
candles while I sing this
one.”  I had never made
that request before and felt
a little dumb asking.  Jeff,
who is like a benevolent
big brother to me, got a
glass bowl, placed two tea
lights in it and put the bowl
on his grand piano where
my glass of water sat on a
napkin.
If I have a song memorized
I sing with my shoes off
and my eyes closed.  But
with True Lovers I felt a
need to change the words
here and there, so I kept
my eyes on the lyric
sheets.  When I got to the
final line, Only heavens in
the sky has the story and
the glories of true love, I
closed my eyes and placed
the music on top of the
piano and held the final
note for four seconds.  
When I opened my eyes
the lyric sheets were on
fire.  Jeff had not seen it
happen because his back
was to me.  I quickly blew
the flames out, scattering
grey ashes all over his
piano top.  Luckily, the
wood was not damaged.  
The music sheets were
scorched at the edges, but
no words were obscured.  
We both began laughing.  
What did it mean?  Was
this proof of how hot the
love affair had been?  Or
was this a sign that even in
the pain of rejection, you
could capture that heat and
turn it into art?
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