It's a beautiful day . . .

[L O V E L I F E]

. . . in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?...
It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood,
A neighborly day for a beauty.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?...
I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.
So, let's make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we're together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?
Won't you please,
Won't you please?
Please won't you be . . . my neighbor?
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Thank you, Mister Rogers, for helping millions of us become better human beings than we would have been without you.

 

[Dagny]

... and a lone tear fell.

 

[L O V E L I F E]

It's such a good feeling to know you're alive.
It's such a happy feeling: You're growing inside.
And when you wake up ready to say,
"I think I'll make a snappy new day."
It's such a good feeling, a very good feeling,
The feeling you know that we're friends.

 

[EbowTheLetter]

It was in the morning news, and it was the first thing I read when I got up that morning. All day, no one said anything about it at work. Kind of a shock, really.
Then I get home, and the phone rings. It's my mother, and she's called to tell me about it. She's near tears, because of so many things, and she's rambling on about how she could see me when I was young, so engrossed in the positive, caring world that this good man wanted to show the children of the world.
I laughed it off when I got off the phone, but then it hit me, and I felt like I was going to cry. He did a great service to me, by lighting up my eyes when I was five and six. Have I kept up my end of the bargain? Have I kept my sense of wonder?