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Argos
03:43
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A mother's love
Inside a line
Of poetry old,
Warm, and light
Melts the ice-encased
Stoic's heartbeat
Leads waves to crest
Then drift apart
To the setting sail
Across the sea:
The wind follows you
Down darkened avenues
Wherever you'll be it will be
Sing: "Wherever I go,
Motion will follow me"
While way on back home
A dog chews a bone
On the porch of a farmhouse
Enclosed by gold meadows
Never leashed or collared,
Nor caged nor cursed
Never holding against you
An unfinished verse
Never hungry or tired
Or left all alone
On the farm where the good boys go
These are the keys that'll set you free:
Little white lies plucked from a white lie tree
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Salt-Soaked Breeze
02:50
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Rote mistakes teach no lessons
Loosed leaves from trees grown back to green
As days hue blues black again,
Redressing ink on a pen
Well, tomorrow sails on a salt-soaked breeze
And the skyline sways with the lemonade trees
So chin up, have some fun
Won't be long 'fore this well dries up
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Where Wild Lotus Blooms
04:45
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Embers coax tired eyes to close
To sleep, to dream, to admit quiet defeat
Soothed to rise a bird alight
Or as ashes scattered to the wind
Flight in its own way to its own ends
But there is a golden room
Where wild lotus blooms
And tomorrow never comes
So take care and, with it, a silver locket
To remember what you forget
We are all the things we leave behind
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(Reprise)
07:01
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September
02:10
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I went out walking in September
Stepped out from the awning and into the rain
Old work boots and a pocket full of change
Stepped off the old dirt path
I pushed the branches past
I brushed the leaves from my hair
As I came to a clearing
And everyone was there
You can dry your eyes
You don't have to cry
It's over now
You're alright
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Patters and Spokes
03:32
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Let's Go (to Apple Hill)
02:35
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Let's go down to Apple Hill
You bring your bucket
And I'll bring my pail
And we'll whittle down the day
In blooming fields of poppy sweet
We'll meet again someday
Down at Apple Hill
Down at Apple Hill
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8. |
A Million Fishing Lines
04:05
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The only thing that keeps me moving
Are these isles of respite
Ever threat'nin' to condemn
Where, should I fall asleep
Grazing shore
And lose my way,
Under a million fishing lines,
A million shards of mirror reflecting spots of light,
The great divide enclosed,
So far away from home-
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Trains on Perry St. Vermilion, Ohio
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