He hears a song he longs to hear,
a sweet song with a sweet voice.
he rides in circles trying to make his choice.
A rope of hair, shinning with gold,
she's climbing out, she's within his hold.
he leaps of his horse and she's in his arms,
he knows she's finally out of all harms.
They ride away, toghther as 1.
These pair no LOVE IS NO CON.
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