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I've seen something in my wasting eyes
In a flashlight for a crazy instant
In late fall Dolly Varden said to me again
You had change a lot, and clear his throat
You could hit this 70 times
'68 Chevy 70 times
Cutting up together in 70 times
Clothesline Clothesline 70 times
You letting out your breath and going down
In a tracklight four cups in your hands
Sitting on the boat by the cripple creek
I have broken lot and leave this town
