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Did the wine make her dream |
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Of the far distant spring |
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Or a bed full of hens |
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Or the ghost of a friend |
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All the while that she wept |
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She had a gun by her bed |
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And a letter he wrote |
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From a dry foundered boat |
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And the train track will take |
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All the wounded ones home |
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And I'll be alone |
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Fare thee well Sara Jones |
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Now we lie on the floor |
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While the radio war |
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Finds its way through the air |
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Of the dead market square |
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And the beast never seen |
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Licks its red talons clean |
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Sara curses the coldSara |
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"No more snow no more snow no more snow" |