I look and I wonder
Where Jenny was sent
The postman has come
dropped the mail and went
The sun risen sky filled
the evening it set
And all of this happened
with no Jenny yet
I look and I see
that my Jenny has gone
The night came and passed us
and left us with dawn
The morning unfolded
its bright golden blues
And the wind whispers yes
we are just passing through
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