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the old west, the old time
with her hair flaying wildly
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
though i am little as all little things
i think it just splendid
when the hours of day are numbered
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
our pleasant moments fly

 



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