Etch my life into stars
so they can shine my name
and you'll all remember me
when I am gone to Maine
forever. I'm leaving this place
done finished the race
and you'll never ever ever
see me again.
Etch my life into rocks
that kids can throw at horses
as they prance prettily in pastures
and whinny for cheap apples
from the barnhand's hand
but you'll pet the horse
and calm him down
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