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Greg Brown has a song called "[http://ag.arizona.edu/~steidl/GB/RexrothsDaughter.txt Rexroth's Daughter]".
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Coldest night of the winter, workin' up my farewell
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in the middle of everything, under no particular spell.
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I am dreaming of the mountains, where the children learned the stars.
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Clouds roll in from Nebraska, dark chords on a big guitar.
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My restlessness is long gone, I'd stand here like an old jackpine
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But I'm lookin' for Rexroth's daughter, friend of a friend of mine.
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Friend of a friend of mine.
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