Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright.
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
And, somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout,
but there is no joy in Phoenix —
the mighty Suns have been eliminated.*
Yes, I know it doesn’t rhyme, but I’m tired and sad and bummed. But [...]
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