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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 get you
Follow me now walk this way
Do you know your size?
You could kill with a trample
I guided you with a gaze
Into your mourning eyes
That he could not give
Because he fears you
This is between you and me
You see, you looked
Into my 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