.I live East of Indiana, no tilling here to mourn
No fields to the horizon, your shirts were always torn.
Your gaze did slowly drift, sure as winter fell from Fall
And since you sent no letter I read the writing on the wall.
East of Indiana, East of Indiana
From the high ground.
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