Mary Anne, do you remember
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the tree by the river
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when we were seventeen?
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Dark canyon wall, the call and the answer
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and the mare in the pasture
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pitch black and baring its teeth.
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I recall the sun in our faces,
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stuck and leaning on braces,
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and being strangers to change.
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Radio and the bones we found frozen,
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and all the thorns and the roses
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beneath your window pane.
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Now I'm asleep in a car, I mean the world
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to a potty-mouth girl,
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a pretty pair of blue-eyed birds.
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Time isn't kind or unkind, you liked to say.
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But I wonder to who
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what it is you're saying today.
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Now I'm asleep in a car, I mean the world
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to a potty-mouth girl,
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a pretty pair of blue-eyed birds.
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Time isn't kind or unkind, you liked to say.
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But I wonder to who
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what it is you're saying today.
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Mary Anne, do you remember
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the tree by the river
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when we were seventeen?
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Dark canyon road, I was coy in the half-moon;
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happy just to be with you,
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and you were happy for me.
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Tree By The River
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| Iron & Wine |
