'Joyful, Joyful'-
The closing hymn
Was sadder than a funeral
Sung by faces so grim.
A forceful sway to the beat
Was all I ever did
Until he sang from the backseat
And sharply, my head turned.
The gloss of the fair skin
And the captivating glassy eyes
Was not as noticeable and striking
As the cool, silvery voice.
A tone wrapped in sugary rain
A clear blur
Not padded, not plain
Just Tenor.
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