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And there’s grace in the weight of an M1 Garand

And the blue of the barrel feels good in my hand

With its might I just might finally find what to do

With these idle-by mornings and long afternoons

If there’s nothing to lose is there something to gain

We go all-in on zero, step away from the game

When the tears that we cried and the love that we made

Is getting sweeter and sadder and farther away

Sweeter and sadder and farther away

It was late in November when the blush of your face

And the blaze of the maples was fading to grays

Just the ghost of a whisper or the shade of a sign

Before the dark that descended from heaven on high

It came on in a torrent, it rattled the panes

While the wind through the hinges was howling your name

Now the roar of the thunder and the smell of the rain

Is getting sweeter and sadder and farther away

Sweeter and sadder and farther away

When I was a boy all the girls seemed to know

When I’d asked for their hand that I’d step on their toes

But those old white oak boards were never touching our shoes

When we danced in the kitchen to six o’clock news

If there’s a gun in Act One all the experts would say

That it’s got to be shot by the end of the play

But I wait for the curtain and watch from the stage

Getting sweeter and sadder and farther away

Sweeter and sadder and farther away

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