dr. funkenstein!

My grandfather's name was Moon
Because his eyes were bright and round
And no amount of time or liquor could dull them
My grandmother's name was Joy
Because it spilled out of her heart
And bathed her precious children in its warmth
And there was happiness in life beyond the sorrow
and the pain
But how they ever found it, I cannot explain
I guess time has a way of making everything all right
It's just, there is not enough of it.
And so we drink and we sing and we celebrate.

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