Shunned At A Funeral - The Little Girl S God
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The sun was low on the frontier line
Gold on the dust, blood red on the pine
My canteen dry, my shadow
Thin, and the ache of the road
Wore deep in my skin.
Gold on the dust, blood red on the pine
My canteen dry, my shadow
Thin, and the ache of the road
Wore deep in my skin.
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