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up and down he goes
my mother taught me that every night
i gazed upon the glorious sky
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
awful truths these be
the old west, the old time
in their ragged regimentals
gone before us
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
he's gone
i never knew the earth had so much gold

 



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