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its about that time of day
when the shadows grow long
and the earth's rhythms are reminding me-

the sun, the sun must set,
for it to rise again.

the rain will fall on my head
when you board that train, on wednesday
but the earth will not stop spinning in her orbit, no
my journey is only beginning-

soon i'll be headed for the border
and myself
i've got six strings and my courage wrapped around me like a coat-
i still haven't washed
my grey sweater-
it smells of you.
and misses your warmth, i miss your warmth-

but the sun, the sun must set,
for it to rise again.

it's about that time of day
when the birds are in song
and the earth's rhythms are reminding me-

that the sun will set,
and it will rise again.