So long ago I don't remember when,
that's when they say I lost my only friend.
They said she died easy of her broken heart disease
as I'd listen through the cemetery trees.
I see the sun coming up at the funeral at dawn,
the long-broken arm of human law.
It always seemed such a waste:
she always had a pretty face.
I wondered if she hung around this place.
– The Wallflowers, "One Headlight"
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