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Divorced in January Winter

Hadn’t all thought about that young woman
with red hair false as aluminum Christmas
Wanted for me when she’d found no other
Looking for someone to call my mother

Rested head didn’t dare impose none
closed up our eyes all to it
made sour coffee in the morning
couldn’t think to heed no warning

made it back over that icy mountain
the multiple lights shining in dark faces
wished I’d loved you so to tell
but loved our time so short a spell

 

hadn’t thought at all about that young man
with all that bristle peachy bravado
in that cold must had to make my way
told me that sun be sure set to-day.

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