Amnicon Falls
Way on up in the north country fair
The one you may know from the song
We made love on a starry night
How quickly that moment was gone
On a covered wooden bridge
Built more than a century ago
Our gaze kindled into a burning flame
Oh but how could I know
That the fire would consume our teenage souls
And all the land for miles around
Now I'm writing songs in the state pen
While she's six feet underground
April 14, 2017
Copyright © Andrew Jacob Jung | Year Posted 2017
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