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the old west, the old time
when i returned at sunset
there is no escape by the river
with her hair flaying wildly
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
he'd even have his joke
we lay
i despise my friends more than you
why do
who will be naming the wind
he speaks not well
when i looked into your eyes
in his guarded tent

 



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