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They met up in
Where the moon early and the days were short
And the miles were still too many to mention

The Blue Ridge rides at
Oh, the scope of it all
Those days before the double-edged of contention

Sometimes passion's like a
Burning out 'fore it really takes wing
But you always fly high for a while
When you think you've got the real

He moved in for the haul
The '81 Hog, the and all
They got an apartment, a conversation

But the big spark substantial
You know always financials
That give the portrait of happiness its crease

Sometimes they'd find ground
Some days he'd run to where he couldn't be
A ride in the pines can inspire
The need for a soul to come clean from a desire

He there deciding
What side of a man should come out of
While she there, the key to his conventions

She had brought some
But how could he pretend with all these empty
And the miles to go, still too to mention

Do you think you got the real