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A TOWN DIES SLOWLY
A town dies slowly like an old pioneer The heart goes, the eyes go, but the mind stays clear It remembers how it was a long time ago A few little houses against the blowing snow
But you learn to pace your life by changes in the weather Changes in time People learn to build this town together Proud of their spot on the railway line
A town dies slowly like an old pioneer The heart goes, the eyes go, but the mind stays clear It remembers how it was a long time ago A few little houses against the blowing snow
When they think that you can't work anymore They want to leave you alone They take out your railway, make your curling ranks fall Make granaries out of your homes
A town dies slowly like an old pioneer The heart goes, the eyes go, but the mind stays clear It remembers how it was a long time ago A few little houses against the blowing snow
from "Bootleg Kaldor" at www.conniekaldor.com © Coyote Entertainment
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