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Caravan of Thieves

I first heard you on CT NPR, I was driving to tunes and didn’t get far… before I realized the reverberations of talent, I immediately bought tickets, or when stopping allowed it.

That first show was pure bliss! A little bit of that and little bit of this: philosophy, sadness, madness, and joy. I may be a man, but danced like a boy!

If you were to die, or no longer sing, so many will grieve. You’ll see me cry, and with dead-raising bring: the Caravan of Thieves​!

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