Again, for the first time

I knew this song was special when I first heard it, lying in my bed on Roselawn, Northwest Detroit, circa 1966, listening to WBZ in Boston, which I could only receive on my transistor radio late at night. I listened for weeks, just to hear this song, before it made its way to the local Detroit radio stations.

Fast forward to 2010, when once more the sentiment reaches deep, touching my life again, for the first time.

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