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Three for a dollar put it on my tab

And you'll see pretty pennies when the crops come back

Twine 'round your finger since the winter's gone

But you never remember why you put it on

Gather your laces in the black twilight

It is cold when the Minnesota sun does rise

Tamp out the fire in the family barn

It is day returning, it is God's green morn

Go back to before your sister lost her sight

Feel the white chalk scraping on the slate