Midwest Midnights will never be the same again with the passing of Michael Stanley.
From his song "Rosewood Bitters"...
And the rosewood bitters
Help me meet the sunshine in the morning
And the rosewood bitters
Help me through the night
When I feel blue
Too few stop to pass the time
Guess that's how it goes
So sure that there's much more than this
When really no one knows
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What love we've given, we'll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity. - Leo Buscaglia
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