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cowboy poetry

eu estou cantando-lhe
há qualquer um lá
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro

 



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