I am an old cowboy that fell from my horse.
Sitting here thinking,
Full of remorse.
Oh, why din’t I tell you Oh heart of mine?
That my love for you is better than shine?


I am an old cowboy that fell from my horse.
Sitting here thinking,
Full of remorse.
Oh, why din’t I tell you Oh heart of mine?
That my love for you is better than shine?

“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.” ~Mary Oliver
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