None of the verses
In your little blue book
Will take away from
The lineage of the words
Spoken as eloquently
As dreams dreampt
Before you were even born
If anything could have been
Perfect; It would have spoke by itself
Leaving a trail for the following
Leaving a drink for the swallowing
Ever heard of one for the road?
Just enough to keep up the blood flow
Enough to allow you to go
Into the wind
Into the snow
With miles to go
Before you reach home
The next day comes and she doesn't know
How she got home
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