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Let the
Mystery be
What am I doing where am I going
There ain't no way of really knowing
I make a guess & try something new
Then I would ponder while I did a review
The seasons change the rains always come
Sometimes I'm smart quite often dumb
The Romans build some coliseums
The Germans had their mausoleums
Birdsongs greet the early sunrise
I'll be kind and grateful to my demise
Let the
Mystery be
Iris DeMent
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