Oh Brown-eyed Beauty
this morn, you look so forlorn
What has you so troubled?
Through daybreak haze, I
follow her gaze, hear her sigh
Why would they take him?
She takes one last look
as he is hung on the hook
then she resumes her graze
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 4:49 AM UTC
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