The drapes have caught flame
In the home we left behind
The prairie dream is the same
Blazing orange in my mind
Growing tired as the oak
Underneath our burning books
The bindings wrapped in smoke
That our lungs took, they took.
In the home we left behind
The prairie dream is the same
Blazing orange in my mind
Growing tired as the oak
Underneath our burning books
The bindings wrapped in smoke
That our lungs took, they took.
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