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There's a light beyond these woods, Mary Margaret. |
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Do you think that we will go there, |
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and see what makes it shine, Mary Margaret? |
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It's almost morning, and we've talked all night, |
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You know we've made big plans for ten-year-olds, |
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you and I. |
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Have you met my new boy friend, Margaret? |
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His name is John, and he rides my bus to school, |
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and he holds my hand. |
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He's fourteen, he's my older man. |
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But we'll still be the best of friends, |
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the three of us, Margaret, John, and I. |
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Let's go to New York City, Margaret! |
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We'll hide out in the subways |
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and drink the poets' wine, oh, |
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But I had John, so you went and I stayed behind. |
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But you were home in time for the senior prom, |
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when we lost John. |
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The fantasies we plan, I'm living them now. |
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All the dreams we sang when we knew how, |
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well, they haven't changed. |
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There's never been two friends like you and me, |
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Mary Margaret. |
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It's nice to see you family growing, Margaret. |
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Your daughter and your husband there, |
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they really treat you right . . . |
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but we've talked all night |
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And what about the light, that glowed beyond |
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our woods when we were ten? |
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You were the rambler then. |
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The fantasies we planned, well, Maggie, |
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I'm living them now. |
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All the dreams we sang, oh, we damn sure knew |
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how . . . but I haven't changed. |
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There'll never be two friends like you and me, |
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Maggie, can't you see? |
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There's a light beyond your woods, Mary Margaret. |