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The Mustang Years I've come back to the desert, where I came long years ago. My pal and I caught horses for a travelling rodeo. We learned to know the secrets of this mighty, awesome land, a-trailing after mustangs and we got to know each band. Now some are lost to bullets and the winters take some too and some are gone for dog food with their hooves made into glue. Some of them are rounded up and adopted out they say, but some still roam this country, for I saw their tracks today. Lying here upon the ground and just staring at the sky, I guess it must be raining for I don't know how to cry. My cheeks are wet with something, so I guess it must be tears, reliving all the mem'ries of those vanished, mustang years. |
Additional Notes:
mustang - a wild horse of North American plains and high desert country
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