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Eyewear's Top Songs of 2012: #35 'Don't You Worry Child' by Swedish House Mafia

As unlikely as it seems, a dance song managed to be deeply moving in its discussion of childhood memories, fathers, and blue lakes where comes heartbreak.  I tried to resist, but in the end, this lapsarian I too was in Arcadia approach won me over.  A great song.

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Poetry Pleases! said…
Dear Todd

May we take this opportunity to wish you and Sara a very Merry Christmas. We hope that you've had a good year overall.

Best wishes from Simon & Rusty

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