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I can smell the redwood fire of Oregon |
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These memories form a choir and they sing to me |
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It's years since I've been home |
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and I've ached for you |
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And I wonder how you changed |
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and if you know my face at all |
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I'm praying that you will |
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I'll carry the thought of you |
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So gently in my two hands |
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The decades are stuck like glue |
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Like the blood soaked into the land |
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My stampeding heart is lost |
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Like the compass you always were |
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I can see in the thawing frost |
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That your way is the way home |
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Our ghosts fill up the room completely |
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So there's barely room for us and |
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a clumsy silence falls |
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These years have humbled me and |
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I know it's too late |
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Your eyes have been my guide they've lit my |
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northern sky for twenty years or more |
