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By: Steve Wynn
After 47 days they left well enough alone. The cops and the reportershaveall gone home. All that's left is legends and stories to be told.
Tired ofall the questions. Tired of all the calls. Tired of explaining myselfagainst the wall. Funny how tragedy brings out the best in everyone. *
Standing on the shoreline, burning candles in the rain. I don't wannahearthat garbage anymore. Watching all the flowers as they're rolling downthe
James. The dead can rest forevermore if the creek don't rise again. *
Loveburns brightest all dressed up in black with summertime just around thebend. You handle your grief and I'll deal with mine. We'll all get alongjustfine. * After 47 days they left well enough alone. The cops and thereporters have all gone home. All that's left is legends and stories tobetold. And I know that they're out there. I know they're watching meandthey wait for me to give myself away. But there's just a few secretsbetweenthe river and me.
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