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Old Abram Brown
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Summer Home
Sit a while
In a sand across from of?
our summer home
way off the tracks there's a cole in a cold beer?
Us skipping stones
In the night sky, ah
Do you think it's high enough
In your own eyes
Do you think I'm high?
In the summer
Laid off we? A dire invitations for apology
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