Tank's Poetry
Tank's Poetry |
united states mine rescue association
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By the time the next census rolls around There may not be anyone left in this 'ole town Some refuse to leave A place their family Called home sweet home Four walls of memories In a town called Centralia You won't find pink azaleas Only smoke from the fire grows underground There's serenity Someone put a sign up on a tree That says we love Centralia Solo In a town called Centralia You won't find pink azaleas Anymore there's just smoke rising from the ground There's serenity I'm sure the folks there still agree 'cause they say we still love Centralia |
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