A Fisherman’s Song

Idream a bourbon with you Sitting at suite Will you wave? When I wait you under the azure sky Riding boat This fisherman with the old net Your swaying hairs That I saw for years Think like that’s beckon I…
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Inside the Frontier

Today, my country is wailing But I’m walking My tiptoes may know otherwise A complete rest forever Let it not know if It was carrying an epistle Strengthening within every pace No rut this land could trace…
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