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beneath the olive branch,
on the entrance of his
lone star ranch...
she stands.
Her face coverd by tears,
Tears for lost blood which now
covers his hands,
and pants.
All the while the olive branch
chants what the rancher cannot do.
All together now,
"Bring our boys home!"
...sorry.
on the entrance of his
lone star ranch...
she stands.
Her face coverd by tears,
Tears for lost blood which now
covers his hands,
and pants.
All the while the olive branch
chants what the rancher cannot do.
All together now,
"Bring our boys home!"
...sorry.