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Walking in your tap dancer shoes In a minister's footsteps We were two brothers at arms Full of self-serious concepts A bond of blue or of green You taught me not to sweat the small things And when your veins course with Indiana rains That's nearly all things And it's so, so long I guess I'll see you never It's so, so far We thought that we could go Sick of drinking Bushwick tea For a spring and a summer Left the Kingdom behind For a Wildflower Runner It's been a pleasant surprise To find that time has been a suture Oh Belle, for all that's behind How could we ever fear the future And it's so, so long I guess I'll see you never It's so, so far We thought that we could go