This tiny treasure is on its way to Santa Fe (thank you Kat!). I'm so pleased. While I was packing, the voice of Bob Dylan kept running through my head:
Santa Fé by Bob Dylan Santa Fé Dear dear dear dear dear Santa Fé My woman needs every day She promised to let me stay She's rolling up a knot to pray to Gods away She's in Santa Fé Dear dear dear dear dear Santa Fé Now she opens up and lets me home She's brown but she keeps from roam She'll open up a happy home She'll think when will that be warm in Santa Fé Santa Fé, Dear dear dear dear Santa Fé She's arms never teach to roam They're never never far from home I'll never ever ever roam To sail away She's all feel bad No no no no don't don't don't feel bad She's the worst thing he's ever had She's a mad, man that he's so glad She's over above the hat to bad She's never disappear so bad I went away Santa Fé, Dear dear dear dear dear dear Santa Fé My own heart city lay I won't have a nature way And I'm leavin every day to run away From Santa Fé, dear dear dear dear dear Santa Fé My woman's left sittin at home She's actin' the police unknown She cried like an evening stone She leap back under a broom But she ain't gonna find a room And the tears send her on own ever day
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