| There’s a rainbow of babies
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| Draped over the graveyard
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| Where all the dead sailors
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| Wait for their brides
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| And the cold bitter snow
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| Has strangled each grassblade
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| Where the salt from their tears
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| Washed out with the tide
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| And I smiled on the Wabash
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| The last time I passed it
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| Yes I gave her a wink
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| From the passenger side
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| And my foot fell asleep
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| As I swallowed my candy
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| Knowing he was in heaven
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| Before he died
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| Now the harbor’s on fire
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| With the dreams and desires
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| Of a thousand young poets
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| Who failed 'cause they tried
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| For a rhyme without reason
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| Floats down to the bottom
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| Where the scavengers eat 'em
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| And wash in with the tide
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| And I smiled on the Wabash
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| The last time I passed it
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| Yes I gave her a wink
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| From the passenger side
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| And my foot fell asleep
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| As I swallowed my candy
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| Knowing he was in heaven
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| Before he died
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| The sun can play tricks
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| With your eyes on the highway
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| The moon can lay sideways
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| Till the ocean stands still
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| But a person can’t tell
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| His best friend he loves him
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| Till time has stopped breathing
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| You’re alone on the hill |