The sun goes down
After a long hot day
Fixing fence
Hauling hay
Time to relax
Just soak in the breeze
As sun falls
behind the trees
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Give me the beat boy to frrr my soul Music is life in its purest form May your music ring the tone That brings this wayward traveler homes
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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