Cordova, far and lonely.

Black pony, full moon,
And olives in my pocket:
Although I know the roads,
I'll never reach Cordova.

For the plain, for the wind,
Black pony, red moon,
And death is watching for me
Beside Cordova's towers.

Alas! the long, long highway,
Alas! my valient pony,
Alas, that death is waiting
Before I reach Cordova.

Cordova, far and lonely.
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     Traci Sims, Minara, adhi das, Poet kiri, --- and 3 others
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