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When the sun went down on Monadnock Valley
Yeah we learned, the seasons turned
Injury to rip the soul
Casualty, locus of control

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When the wind rips through the pitch pine
Tracks in sand, the province lands
The sun will always be setting
Too much sky for regretting

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