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The seawinds race along the cliffsAnd up the streets carrying autumn leaves;Colorful is her laugh, her glance in fun,Earnest her hug, and warm her kiss...When she first discovered loveIt overwhelmed her...The mundane world feels threatened by too much loveYoung girls are always out of place hereBetter they should all live on the moonOr on Haight street with no calendarsOr in Paris in the springAnywhere but Utah...Her hometown banished her for loving too muchShe cried when she told me... |
Wherever she wandered she left her imprint in the sandsI know an old seadog who gets misty-eyedWhen he thinks of her friendshipI know several in factHer funny old car was a statement in itselfTo see her behind the wheel was a joyNow she has traded it all for a sailing shipAnd childrenAnd a life in paradise on earth... |
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In this life there is sowing and there is reaping...To think for a moment of that lonesome far away Utah townAnd how it lost such blessings...And of all the children on the windsLost by such people, such towns,Hearts flying upon God's breathUnbeknownst to stern dark churchesHearts basking in God's warm raysIgnored and passed over by priests and ministers and sheepWhere is the true path when all ways seem dark?This above all else:That ye love one another... |
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