| Laid awake throughout the night
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| Today the school so loud
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| Now it’s all so quiet
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| I plan to pack light
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| Cause tomorrow we’ll fly
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| Taking off to a place
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| A land that’s not so far away
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| The boat 'bove our heads for the walk to the shore
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| As feelings of dread soak the length of the oar
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| Connecticut hillsides surround the clouds soar
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| Dazed to the signs
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| I think back to times when gender crossed me
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| Miss all those Christmas'
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| And the once careless Autumns
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| Though there’s space betwixt us which
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| Dissolves here round when the fog clears
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| As we crept through the race
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| Old friends would line the banks
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| Cheering on as they played
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| Screaming all the lovely names
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| Then they’d start to file away
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| Come dust the time to rage
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| The boat 'bove our heads for the walk to the van
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| As luncheon awaits us while all the girls tan
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| And social engagements commence by the sand
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| Now our days complete
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| We faced defeat, but felt the cool breeze
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| Follow our dreams
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| And hold the lake in such dear regards
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| Against the best we thrusted
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| But the justice came when the bow touched |