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When I'm out in Rappahannock and my working day is done I head out to the back porch to catch the setting sun It's a time for taking stock, a time for making plans For asking if I’m being true to who I really am Fifty years may pass before they carve my name in stone Or it could be tomorrow when I make my journey home None of us can know when we ll take our final breath So we’ve gotta make the most of every moment we have left And as a red sun fades and paints the western sky I wonder how I’ll feel when it's finally my time Will I have a sens*1 of peace or be haunted bv regret When I face my last sunset When I face my last sunset
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