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Sweet seventeen with a faraway look in her eyes&#13;
She said, &quot;I feel like a bird in a cage&#13;
But come September I'm flying away&quot;&#13;
I said, &quot;I'm gonna miss you&quot; then I made her promise to write&#13;
&#13;
Since we were tall as the corn in the spring&#13;
We shared every secret, shared every dream&#13;
So anxious to grow in the new summer rain&#13;
And bloom like a rose on the calico plains&#13;
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How could she hear as we laughed on that warm summer night&#13;
The tiny heart of the baby she carried inside&#13;
I stood beside her when September came&#13;
Watched her get married and caught the bouquet&#13;
And like those hand me down dresses she gave me&#13;
I made her dreams mine&#13;
&#13;
From a seat by the window on wings made of steel&#13;
I stared at the patchwork over the fields&#13;
Where young tears that once fell like warm summer rain&#13;
Were turning to snow on the calico plains&#13;
&#13;
Sweet Abilena looks out at the midwestern sky&#13;
Closer to thirty but farther away in her eyes&#13;
She holds her babies like she holds her dreams&#13;
Each night she kisses and rocks them to sleep while&#13;
She reads the letters she makes me promise to write&#13;
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Sweet Abliena looks out at the midwestern sky&#13;
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