Early Day Miners
Into Pines
Dark roads, boundary lines,Canyon walls, silver pines.River beds underneath,Days to months,Months to years.Highlands, ninety-three,Summer west, desert life.Moment gone, lost to time,(?), summer time.Hours drift into pines,Wonder lost, summer time.Real close, in between,What we say, what we need.
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