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the mountain seemed closer |
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then it really was |
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the tarred road eternal |
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slicing through the salt flats |
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sparkling in the simmering sun |
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the country |
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laid out before us |
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from the northern great plains, |
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to the camel colored hills |
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of San Ramon |
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we drove on through the night |
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crossing state lines |
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some unspoken promise |
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calling us |
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calling us west |
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our world was in you |
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with your golden hair |
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now brown |
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and wide eyes shy of two |
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now lined in kohl |
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you had us to yourself then |
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angel seed |
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sown into the heartland. |
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sewn into the heart |
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a thread unbroken |
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the long road lead us to her door |
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the scent of jasmine filled the air |
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we laid beneath the slow sway of a willow tree |
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all color faded to white |
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waiting for the unknown |
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waiting for her |
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and with the grace of god in her stride |
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she arrived... |
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when she pulled us into her lap |
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you were the first |
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and like a great house over you |
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we were in her arms |
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halleluja! |
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halleluja! |
