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In tall pines and night storms when we were close to over & hiking with my long hair down in frantic search of clovers in our dancing, & tambourines, your whiskey drinking sober - You live as a memory in perpetual October.
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
Clovers.
In tall pines and night storms when we were close to over & hiking with my long hair down in frantic search of clovers in our dancing, & tambourines, your whiskey drinking sober - You live as a memory in perpetual October.
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
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