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Driving down a country road,
Going home the other night,
I reached the top of a darkened hill,
And saw a wondrous sight.
The trees were silhouetted against the sky.
The shadows were dark and black.
The road reflected my headlights,
As I idled the engine back.
My wife sat on the seat near me,
She looked at me with concern.
Driving down a country road,
Going home the other night,
I reached the top of a darkened hill,
And saw a wondrous sight.
The trees were silhouetted against the sky.
The shadows were dark and black.
The road reflected my headlights,
As I idled the engine back.
My wife sat on the seat near me,
She looked at me with concern.
