| Her name was Joanne, and she lived in a meadow by a pond
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| And she touch’d me for a moment
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| With a look that spoke to me of her sweet love
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| Then the woman that she was drove her on with desperation
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| And I saw as she went a most hopeless situation
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| For Joanne, and the man, and the time that made them both wrong
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| She was only a girl, I know that will, and still I could not see;
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| That the hold she had was much stronger than the love she had for me
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| But staying with her, and my little bit of wisdom
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| Broke down her desires like a light thru a prism;
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| Into yellows and blues and a tune that I could not have sung
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| Tho' the essence is gone
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| I have no tear to cry for her
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| And my only tho’t of her is kind
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| Her name was Joanne, and she lived in a meadow by a pond
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| And she touch’d me for a moment
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| With a look that spoke to me of her sweet love
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| Then the woman that she was drove her on with desperation
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| And I saw as she went a most hopeless situation
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| For Joanne, and the man, and the time that made them both wrong
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| For Joanne, and the man, and the time, that made them both wrong |