I I don't know whether this baby niece likes it or not when her uncle sings her Unravel, Why Won't You Make Up Your Mind, All I Need, Where Do I Begin, and the previous post. To sleep.
She's an audience.
I wonder if her gramps ever sang her uncle Little Wing, though.
Like ice to water, water to vapor, we change; but we remain the same
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