Crickets are chirpin' the water is high
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry
Window wide open, African trees
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze
Not a word of goodbye, not even a note
She gone with the man in the long black coat.
-The Man In The Long Black Coat, Bob Dylan
One morning, Janie stepped onto the deck of the boat, and
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