Somewhere high on a hill halfway to the stars, above the blue and windy sea, a man sits in the morning fog. He calls to me.
Rest in Peace, Tony Bennett. The golden sun will shine for you.
Mr. Bennett
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A lovely poetic eulogy, and final phrase to his last song.
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