No song passed the river,
why would it be?.
leak path width,
must be silent.
With eyes of other years,
and other times I looked,
harvested on a watchtower,
the palm of Montiel.
The shadow of my horse,
by the river I saw.
The shadow of my horse,
riverside I saw.
I was struck at the soul,
the miles I walked on it.
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