If I die at all let me die right here take this old jet plane.
Lose it fast, lose it fierce, pierce the belly of this beast with a cold dull pain.
Let me go right here in the mckinley range.
Take my mama's hands and don't you let them go, else she will wring them out til they don't work no more.
Tell my daddy please what I learned from him that there is more to love than just your speaking words.
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