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Come Cynthia, Let Go Your Tears

Once I lived in a country ghost town. One day I received a request, "will you help me corral my animal?"



Come Cynthia

"Come, Cynthia!
Your master calls
Don't lament, stop the delay
I told him I'd come to get you
Follow me, now walk this way
Do you know your size?
You could kill with a trample
Yet I guided you with a gaze
I saw in your mourning eyes
What he could never see
Because he fears you."
"This is between you and me.
You see, you looked
Into my own tearing eyes
And beyond your fearing cry
I drove past your field today
And saw the trough was dry
I trust you jumped the fence
And that you know your size!"

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