Oh my word, Lydia is a fright without her hat...the wind blew it off - tossed down the way, can you see it? That is not a rock, it is Lydia's hat.
She has been sad this summer, Donald is nowhere in sight. Lydia is so strong now, her weight gain has enabled her to remain in the upright position all summer.
I hug her from time to time and tell her, Donald may not be here - but Lydia - do not fret, I am. I'll take care of you.
...but dreamin' just comes natural
like the first breath from a baby
like sunshine feedin' daisies
like the love hidden deep in your heart...
John Prine
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