| Maryanne, do you remember
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| The tree by the river
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| When we were seventeen?
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| The dark canyon wall, the call and the answer
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| And the mare in the pasture
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| Pitch black and baring its teeth
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| I recall the sun in our faces
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| Stuck and leaning on graces
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| And being strangers to change
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| The radio and the bones we found frozen
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| And all the thorns and the roses
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| Beneath your window pane
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| Now I’m asleep in a car
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| I mean the world to a potty mouthed girl
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| And a pretty pair of blue-eyed birds
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| «Time isn’t kind or unkind,"you liked to say
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| But I wonder to who
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| And what it is you’re saying today
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| Now I’m asleep in a car
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| I mean the world to a parted-mouth girl
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| A pretty pair of blue-eyed birds
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| «Time isn’t kind or unkind,"you liked to say
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| But I wonder to who
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| And what it is you’re saying today
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| Maryanne, do you remember
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| The tree by the river
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| When we were seventeen?
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| Dark canyon road, I was coy in the half-moon
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| Happy just to be with you
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| And you were happy for me |