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Jenny was gone and the moon blooms all shining |
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As we dragged our panic up and down the riverbed |
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Sweating wild and weird in our Sunday clothes |
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Jenny was gone, though I thought that I, that I knew her |
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And the rain came howling out of Virginia |
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Blue tick blowing the water out her nose |
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Jenny and me in the front row |
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And singing about how heaven calls |
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The kingdom of the animals |
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All and all revealed to us one day |
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Jenny and me on the hilltop |
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And peeking at all their upturned bottles |
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Jumping like leopards |
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Jaw harp teasing the brushfire in its rage |
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Jenny came back and the wet road still shining |
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In our eyes an angel clear and coronal |
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Clothed in all that's prodigal and strange |
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Jenny came back and I thought that I heard her |
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Murmur something about no men in Virginia |
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Spat on the ground like a letter tossed away |
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Jenny and me in my dead truck and turning over |
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Just where heaven calls the kingdom of the animals |
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Scratching our heads where the wolf would go to lay |
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Jenny and me as the moon blooms were closing |
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And both her wide eyed brothers running like shepherds |
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Dreaming the heat of the fields all in flames |
