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She
loves the idea of him

She
saw him once but he is gone

Hidden in reality

••

The railroad yard

The scent of heaven in the air

Those who could leave are gone

The rest remain and pray

To be what they must be come

( about which all real songs are sung )

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Little Mary on the street

Little Joey to the hills

In the blessed hour they meet

True love in their eyes  

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She
loves the idea of him

She
saw him once but he is gone

Hidden in reality

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