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[greensinger]

Walking home in the dark, alone, wounded, uncertain, I started singing an old sea chantey turned folk song I've long known and loved:

Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you
Oh away, you rolling river
Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you
Away, we're bound away, cross the wide MissouriAs I went through the traditional verses, I thought about the tradition of

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[greenstorm]

Love you.