The Tribute

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YEAR: 1966

Over 6 months have past and still no sight of Cynthia, we all think that she went to live with her parents. Julian is still in Johns care and thankfully he's doing just fine.

"Hey love," Paul said, walking through the front door, groceries in hand.

"Hey!" I said back.

"How was yer day?" He chuckled walking into the kitchen. "Ye look comfy!" He said coming into the living room and sitting down next to Heather.

"Lazy, we've been watchin the telly since they woke up." I was sitting on the couch with Mary on my lap and Heather leaning on me. "How was yer day?"

"Busy! Very busy!"

"How's yer new album, uh, Revolver, comin along?"

"Good, almost done, we have 3 more songs to record."

"Which ones?"

"Here, There, and Everywhere, which is about you my dear," he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, "uh, then Doctor Robert and Eleanor Rigby."

"What!?!"

"Yeah..."

"WHY ARE YE WRITIN SONGS ABOUT ME MOTHER!"

"Michelle, it has been 8 years since she died! And no one has ever done anything to honor her death!"

"Cause she didn't deserve anythin!"

"I brought home a 45 of what we have right now, do ye at least wanna hear it?"

"No!"

"Michelle," he falshed his big, doughy eyes and slightly pouted, "please."

"Oh alright! Go put on the bloody record."

Paul flashed me a smile and walked to the record playing on little table next to the couch.

Ahhhlookatallthelonleypeople

Ahhhlookatallthelonelypeople

Eleanor Rigby, picksupthericein the church

Whereaweddinghasbeen

Livesinadream

Waits at the window, wearing the face

That she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words

Of a sermon that no one will hear

No one comes near

Look at him working, darning his socks

In the night when there's nobody there

What does he care

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?

Ah look at all the lonely people

Ah look at all the lonely people

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