Heart of the Best Year

Betty boards right on time
You have to be tough
Getting into the Grateful Dead situation

Really, you had to know who you were and what you were about
To be able to stand up in that kind of situation
And somehow or other, I just pressed it through

And it was
Her words as beautiful as her voice
Fare thee well my only true love

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