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I went to see York and Carlisle,To find what fell from me.I walked those streetsI heard those spires.From Chambersburg to Berkeley Springs,To where the Youghiogheny sinks.And as the highway rolls,Potomac shows me the way.In Monterey, Virginia,My initials lay.I drove on 33,A rabbit next to me,While Sandy sang.Avella I cannot go,All my memories your valley will not hold.Though peoples white as snow,All on the land of coal.I went to see York and Carlisle,to find what fell from me. From Letras Mania