Early Sunday morning I was walking down the pier,
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talking to myself again, trying to get things clear.
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I saw the old man blowing bubbles by Ezekiel¢„s carousel.
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The children hadn¢„t gathered yet, but i was waiting I could tell.
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He said, "I love to watch the children
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chase the bubbles that i blow.
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It helps me keep a promise
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I made a long long time ago.
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I¢„m gonna love this world the best I can,
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then leave the rest in grace¢„s hands.
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Gorgie on the boardwalk in another rent
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shouting it¢„s all over and it¢„s all to late to save.
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Preaching to some seagulls and to the rising sun.
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Preaching so much sorrow and the world had just begun.
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And I was thinking maybe Gorgie¢„s not so very wrong.
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Then I heard the bubble man singing
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and I had to sing along.
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I¢„m gonna love this world the best I can,
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then leave the rest in grace¢„s hands.
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On my way back homeward feeling kinda strange.
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Everything is different now but nothing really changed.
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Passing all the laughing children chazing bubbles in the sky.
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The old man saw me waving
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but he did not wave goog-bye.
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He blow a giant bubble and smiled at what he done
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and all of us were spellbound
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as it floated to the sun.
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I¢„m gonna love this world the best I can,
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then leave the rest in grace¢„s hands.
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The Bubble Man
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| Joshua Kadison |
