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Lightly tripping through the misty dripping morning |
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Up the stairs to see if she was home |
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But the note left and pinned with the tack |
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Still hung upon her door |
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And the two weeks stack of daily paper |
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Said goodbye for someone i had known |
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And it looks as if she's headed for the country once again |
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Far from the city sidewalks and the meon and the rain |
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Back to the grassy meadow to run barefoot with the wind |
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Yes it looks as if she's headed for the country once again |
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I'll miss her sermons of 'seek and you shall find' |
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That the truth is just a blue bird flying blind |
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And her special prayer for those |
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Whose mind should ever close |
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Words to sooth the weary and the tears |
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For the passiong of the good |
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And if looks as if she's headed for the country once again |
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Far from the city sidewalks and the meon and the rain |
| [02:01.41] |
Back to the grassy meadow to run barefoot with the wind |
| [02:08.27] |
Yes it looks as if she's headed for the country once again |
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Yes it looks as if she's headed for the country once again |
