Time passes slowly up here in the mountains. We sit beside bridges and walk beside fountains and catch the wild fishes that swim in the streams. Time passes slow when you're lost in a dream. Once I had a sweetheart, he was fine and good lookin'. We sat in the kitchen while my mama was cookin' and stared out the window to the stars high above. Time passes slow when you're searchin' for love.
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