Gone

 Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town.

 Far off
 Everybody loved her.

So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold
On a dream she wants.

Nobody knows now where Chick Lorimer went.

Nobody knows why she packed her trunk.
 .
 a few
 old things
And is gone,
 Gone with her little chin
 Thrust ahead of her
 And her soft hair blowing careless
 From under a wide hat,
Dancer, singer, a laughing passionate lover.


Were there ten men or a hundred hunting Chick?
Were there five men or fifty with aching hearts?
 Everybody loved Chick Lorimer.

 Nobody knows where she's gone.

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