| When the wagons leave the city
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| For the forest, and further on Painted wagons of the morning
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| Dusty roads where they have gone
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| Sometimes travelling through the darkness
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| Met the summer coming home
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| Fallen faces by the wayside
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| Looked as if they might have known
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| O the sun was in their eyes
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| And the desert that dries
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| In the country towns
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| Where the laughter sounds
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| O the dancing and the singing
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| O the music when they played
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| O the fires that they started
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| O the girls with no regret
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| Sometimes they found it Sometimes they kept it Often lost it on the way
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| Fought each other to possess it Sometimes died in sight of day |