I believe it was cold when I went there.
Walking around though I didn't care where.
Had my fortune read; it only confused me.
It wasn't love or good health, just empty.

Hey...Santa Fe

Rows of adobes with similar hues.
Some of the windows were lined in blue.
Yellow blooms of chamisa in the fall
and the pinon and cedar blend with it all.

Hey...Santa Fe

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