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this is the end
where sailed nights depend
and a silent moment ends
she screams weeping weary
with no clue why dreaming fury
seems to make her dreary
and the tired horses men
all lined up in 10
show the girl can
be placed upon the skin
and if asking for advice
you best be thinking twice
she's neither black nor white
and nothing stands in light
and being placed apon the road
you walk away as told
thinking...
this is getting old

© 2007 Don Morton