It's true truly,
Even horns can
Plough of old bull,
But you play
Like a little boy,
With its words boll,
For a century
Will not forget -
Son of your son,
If you'll
To learn to him -
As must keeps a head,
As must keeps body
On a saddle
As of cow-boy grand-sun,
... I'm Sorry, Grand...
Must read there
G r a n d s o n...
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Ts.
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