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“You still live in the song, John…” On an October afternoon marking twenty-eight years since John Denver’s passing, Barry Gibb stood alone at the mountain cemetery where the wind still carries echoes of “Take Me Home, Country Roads.” There were no cameras, no reporters — only a bouquet of wildflowers and a soft hum that slipped from Barry’s lips into the crisp Colorado air. He knelt beside the grave, tracing Denver’s name with quiet reverence, and whispered, “You sang about the earth… now you’re part of it.” Then came a faint melody — gentle, haunting — something between “An Everlasting Love” and “Annie’s Song,” as if two worlds of music were meeting once more. Those who happened to pass by said the moment felt suspended in time — a song shared between two souls who had always believed in the same thing: that music, like love, never really dies.

Introduction “YOU STILL LIVE IN THE SONG, JOHN…” — BARRY GIBB’S QUIET TRIBUTE IN THE...