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tired
A keepin out of sight


I'm a comin

Perhaps this very night

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well over yonder

Where the prairie

Meets the edge a town

A tiny hut is there

Where the vagabond hangs out

Come and meet him

And much to your surprise

He' ll be the  one you trust the most

With wise and gentle eyes

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I'm a  tired

A keepin out of sight

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she s a good kid

loves the boy on sight

Such a sweet kid

kind and simple

In the woods at night

She knows the language of creation

She hears all the dreams  of the light

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