Lyrics:
to life Garlanding the desert with white head- and red taillights One night, she caught me at the window, praying on the high beams of a semi, and she said
And `stead of supper she would stare Full hard against the Moon But every morn of woodbine fresh She made her garlanding And every night the dark glen yew She
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