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rook,
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can you see?
He is the one.
Day after day, he is riding in the sun.
He's traveling
through deserts all alone.
I will bring the commissar, he's told my heart.
He is lonesome
walk.
He is lonesome walk.
Who's in mind to call my sir a man of law?
A
pretty squawk.
I see the light behind his eyes.
His whipper cur like the sharp blade of his knife.
He's moving like a shadow in the night.
I will bring the commissar, he's told my heart.
He is lonesome walk.
He is lonesome walk.
Who's in mind to call my sir a man of law?
A
pretty squawk.
Who will join to call my sir where he comes by?
Where our horses ride?
Will the wolf take all my sir to his teepee?
Or to the sea?
Or to the sea?
Oh,