.Great white puffs of lumbering buffalo
Blanket the fishbowl sky, and I am tired
I sip my tea and sniff the ocean
Not but an hour from now, I will be home
Swing me low, mark me a coward
The whims of the West must die
Here is the resting ground
Here is my smile, my p.
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