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The Grace Is Gone
I can still remember the time
we grew up together.
I could run for more than a mile.
We would live forever.
Do you remember lightening storms,
flashing skies, and rolling thunder?
Cigar boxes full of baseball cards?
That's the spell that I was under.
The grace is gone.
The race is on.
The grace is gone.
The race is on.
I can still remember the lake.
Cook outside and swim for days.
Lay on the grass and look at stars.
They didn't seem so very far.
Do you remember a dark blue Plymouth?
A motorcycle and something with it?
Drive-in movies and football stands,
summer nights holding Canasta hands?
The Grace is gone.
The race is on.
The Grace is gone.
The race is on.
The Grace is gone.
The race is on.
The Grace is gone.
The race is on.
If we tried just a little harder
could we bring it back?
Sorry, no, cause those days are gone.
If we found it was only courage
that we lack.
Could we muster a little bit more?
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