Classic shades cover your eyes.
So black you cannot see through them.
A very lonesome vibrato your voice sings.
Like a single wooper-will on a summers night.
A guitar strung over your neck, slowly played.
With great harmony and delicate notes of wisdom.
Timeless haunting beauty careesed by many.
The fans of Mr.Orbison would like to say; Thank You Roy.

Gulliver Gimble

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