| Five roads led from Central Square, but only one led home.
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| While down the other four, there lay a world I’d never known.
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| I saw three stars among the clouds — a good sign, some might say.
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| I saw the road that led to home, but I took another way.
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| I met the girl I came to love one night in Central Square.
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| I loved the way she sang her song; |
| I loved her auburn hair.
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| I heard her sing The Water Is Wide and Johnny’s Gone to Sea
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| And Spanish Is the Loving Tongue, while she looked right at me.
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| I took her home with me that night; |
| I carried her guitar.
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| I gave to her my only bed while I lay on the floor.
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| She kissed me when she went to bed; |
| I lay awake past three,
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| And I was nearly sleeping when I heard her call to me.
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| We lived together all that year until we drew apart.
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| For I was younger than my years and did not know my heart.
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| I sang along with her one night in quiet harmony,
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| Until I realized this song was her farewell to me.
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| I made the worst mistake of all; |
| I turned and left her there.
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| And winter had come in when I stepped out in Central Square.
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| I saw three stars among the clouds — a good sign, some might say.
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| I saw the road that led to home, but I took another way.
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| I saw the road that led to home, but I took another way. |