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A thought runs through my mind;
2569
Our love is like a circle;
2570
Let’s go 'round one more time.
2571
I found you a thousand times;
2572
I guess you done the same;
2573
But then we lose each other;
2574
It’s like a children’s game.
2575
The end.
2576
2577
2578
2579
The legend lives on, from the Chippewa on down,
2580
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
2581
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
2582
When the skies of November turn gloomy
2583
With a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons more
2584
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
2585
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
2586
When the gales of November came early.
2587
The ship was the pride of the American side