| Scattered relics of your love
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| Just lying around your dusty room
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| Bearing old souls, old men, old scars
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| Dissonant wallow of guitars
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| Burning off Indian sun
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| On the water barges hung
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| Through the bay window panes
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| Covers, magnify, and brings
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| Sleepy poet’s perfect dream
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| Pastel homes along the sea
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| This I would, this I will
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| Leave to join you in the hills
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| For you I would, for you I will
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| Leave this for the auburn hills
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| Find your old peeling house
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| Find you out there
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| Hear the owl call from the trees
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| Smell the midnight forest breeze
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| Shield you from this dark and night
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| Wake you in the morning
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| You came to me in a dream
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| Walking down the path by the cold, icy stream
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| The white of the snow coating the past
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| In the Sierra wintertime you disappeared
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| You left me alone in the old master room in my mountain home
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| And I called for you so many times
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| And longed for one more day with you in my life
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| I longed for one more day with you in my life
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| I see you there in my dreams
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| Your poise is perfect, balanced statuesque queen
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| Your beautiful hair, your ocean blue eyes
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| You bear the depths of your loss inside
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| And I begged of you so many times
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| Forgive me once and for all for all of my lies
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| To forgive me once and for all for all of my lies
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| Oh mommy, the leaning tree like a diamond
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| As we pass the long dead grass, thirsty in the sun
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| Memories rest beyond the broken fence, let their spirits be
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| The birds have left their mother’s nest on the roses' thorns
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| There they swing over the bleach-white grain, sprawled over the hill |