I watched you walk out from the world before
And nothing asked you to be much more
Than just a handful of dust
Oh lonesome valley, lonesome valley
Out here the ghost wears the feathered crown of blues
And the sickle moon to watch over all the lost horizon
All through the lonesome valley, the lonesome valley
Now I'm not worried about heading back
I will be punished by a civil death
If I have done enough but not my best
I turn my pain into a simple plan
Harmony onward friend
Dragging myself out again
Oh through the lonesome valley, the lonesome valley
Now let the wolf judge me as I stand
Harmony onward friend
Until I see that old star again
High over the lonesome valley
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If a political machine does not allow the people free expression, then freedom-loving people lose their faith in the machinery under which their government functions (re: The Battle of Athens.) ~~~ Eleanor Roosevelt