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Country Music “YOU FINISHED THE SONG FOR ME,” AT 84, NEIL DIAMOND ADMITTED AS THE CROWD CARRIED HIM THROUGH WHAT HE COULDN’T SING. Under the soft lights of Fenway Park, Neil Diamond sat in a wheelchair, hands trembling, smile still there. He started “Sweet Caroline.” One line in, his voice cracked and drifted away. The crowd didn’t let the song fall. It grew, warm and loud, until every seat was standing. When the chorus came, it sounded like gratitude more than music. Neil leaned toward the mic and whispered, “You finished the song for me.” His eyes shone. It felt less like a show and more like a goodbye wrapped in melody and light. The silence tried to arrive. Forty thousand voices wouldn’t allow it.

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