December 8 Posted by admin

Guinnevere

A young man rode with his head held high,
Under the Texas sun,
And no one guessed,
That a man so blessed,
Would perish by the gun,
Lord, would perish by the gun.

A shot rang out like a Southern shout,
And Heaven held its breath,
For a man shot down,
In a Southern town,

  • Tropecé
  • The Source of Infection
  • Traffic Policeman
  • The Number of the Beast
  • The Shining Path
  • To Love You
  • The Last Moon
  • The New Light
  • The Plastic People
  • The Wishing Star


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