| Coldest night of the winter working up my farewell
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| In the middle of everything under no particular spell
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| I am dreaming of the mountains where the children learn the stars
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| Clouds roll in from nebraska dark chords on a big guitar
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| My restlessness is long gone i would stand here like an old jack pine
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| But I’m looking for rexroth’s daughter the friend of a friend of mine
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| I can’t believe your hands and mouth did all that to me
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| Are so daily naked for all the world to see
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| That thunderstorm in michigan i never will forget
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| We shook right with the thunder & with the pounding rain got wet
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| Where did you turn when you turned from me with your arms across your chest
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| I am looking for rexroth’s daughter i saw her in the great northwest
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| Would she have said it was the wrong time if I had found her then
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| I don’t want too much a field across the road and a few good friends
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| She used to come & see me but she was always there & gone
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| Even the very longest love does not last too long
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| She’d stand there in my doorway smoothing out her dress
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| & say «this life is a thump-ripe melon-so sweet and such a mess»
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| I wanted to get to know you but you said you were shy
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| I would have followed you anywhere but hello rolled into goodbye
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| I just stood there watching as you walked along the fence
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| Beware of them that look at you as an experience
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| You’re back out on the highway with your poems of city heat
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| & I’m looking for rexroth’s daughter here on my own side street
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| The murderer who lived next door seemed like such a normal guy-
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| If you try to follow what they shove at us you run out of tears to cry
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| I heard a man speak quietly i listened for a while
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| He spoke from his heart to my woe & then he bowed & smiled
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| What is real but compassion as we move from birth to death
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| I am looking for rexroth’s daughter & I’m running out of breath
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| Spring will come back i know it will & it will do its best
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| So useful so endangered like a lion or a breast
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| I think about my children when i look at any child’s face
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| & pray that we will find a way to get with all this amazing grace
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| It’s so cold out there tonight so stormy i can hardly see
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| & i’m looking for rexroth’s daughter & i guess i always will be |