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Just drifting down
A morning town
With stacks (slats?) of wood
And chicken wire
Took poaching egg
A wedding cake
Passed by the way
I heard it say
That you were mine
And I was yours
In that way
Well feel okay
Then come with me
And come and see, well go
Another town come
Dripping down
And Ill get you
A house so blue
Youll wish you were
With me some place
Way far away again
Into the mountains and valleys
Of the night
???
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You wont go buying maple wood
???
You tell me that you are free
Well lets see
What the season