The brick jail doors
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that closed behind are cracking
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The school boy told the woman in the street
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Last night
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I heard the bells of summer rapping
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The word vows of a mother incomplete
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The emptiness of summer must begin it
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The nagging of the mother of the wild
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Convinced me that I had no way to win it
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She took it from my hand and then she smiled
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The coldness
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of the closeness of the moonbeam
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The walking in the dawn to greet the night
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The water and the flower is a bad dream
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The stocking drawn reveals the end of sight
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It's over 'cause it's older than the midnight
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The school boy told the woman on the street
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The joining of the weekend - Monday daylight
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Will leave the black rose meeting incomplete.
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High School Graduation
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| Neil Young |
