Slight North of slightly west
Sat a babe with soft brown eyes
And the man that they love best
The world was rushing like a shot from a gun
The vaulted sky shining blue for the Sun
There was promise along the lake
The air was cold and clear
They were better, just for having been
They were coupled by the years
The world was rushing like a shot from a gun
The vaulted sky shining blue for the Sun
Was day that they concede
The evening rose to meet the stars
And the boy that came to be
The world was rushing like a shot from a gun
The vaulted sky shining blue for the Sun
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