The legend of Jenny Blair

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There's a chain link fence
that marks her grave
Only 21 when she died

He proposed they said
when she lost her leg
perhaps on bended knee

I was young and filled with awe
that love could be so grand
now the bar was set for me

Romance lit large by a chain
link fence at the local cemetery
that he had asked for her hand

I still get a shiver of something
whenever I pass her grave
on the left before the tree

when I go to visit my family
graves, that chain link fence
still speaks to me

of a time when thoughts
romantically were forming
he set the bar quite high

I was almost ready to lose
a leg but not quite ready to
die for love, but a ring, oh

Oh a ring as a thing
back then for sure
embodied perfect love

the tombstone has an
angel etched, the white
chain fence protects

her grave, romantic love
enclosed and we never forget
that he proposed