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The Innocence Mission July

run away To envy and black feelings. And the world at night Could see the greatest light. Too much light to deny. July, July, The man I love and I Will lift our heads together. July, July

time hasn't touched. Is it really him or the loss of my innocence. I've been missing so much. Like strawberry wine and seventeen. The hot July moon saw

s typeset! "A musical recital in honor of Miss Edith Bouvier Beale and Mr. Joseph Patrick Kennedy, Jr., the twelfth of July, 1941."

mercy of God or booze, do not Long stare at the dark ceiling Nixon's office is much hotter now The air-conditioning is missed Outside, an early fourth-of-July

the plank to the end, Count to three than we?d jump in to Wildflowers Sweet as a memory on the vine Honeysuckle innocence Looking back Oh how I miss