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Riding you
Up the
alive, walking wounded man
As big as your
Who you such a heart
Such a as this

out on the ground
Corsicana
'course it slips
All around yours
The spool has spun,

In the of His hand
listener,
My giver
My bodied

Oh I must be off, off rock
I set my teeth in a spite of
I've got a chance
To bet him
To stop his

Be a to me
Quiet, like a
Seven hundred pound
and buck rein
as dangerous
With my free tonight.

From a of iron
all drawn out, all animals do sound
The belle found
him and cut him down

From the hollow of His
Delicate
My giver
in the Man

In the hollow of hand
Untethered
My bodied lamp-light (My body limp lies down?)

I up
the looking
I up
the . . .
. . . .

it is already
He has . . . .
Hey, shoulder
Hey . . .
in my ear
. . . .
Hey shoulder

High the praises of the people
above the praises of the people
light!
light!
here!
here!