Leave Me In Vermont
tired and fickle I'm with arm and sickle
lone embrace toward the one with sickle
Easter is one brigade having it made
pardon me as we disagree
shadows in the shining morn
burned out bridges ever more
the hills and valleys ever more
what's true of you maybe not good for me
those rolling hills leaves turned green
very often in my dream
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