Gypsy Cowboy

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The moon beamed down so lightly, 
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on distant fields of clover. 
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The gypsy cowboy wanders, 
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because he knows it's over. 
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And everything's so quiet. 
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The town is down in slumber. 
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His cowboy lady mutters, let's roll another number. 
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Oh, oh so sad 
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The trouble that's in this old world, 
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it makes me so sad. 
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Oh, oh so sad, 
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Mama cried. 
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And o'er the field of clover, 
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an angel band was singing. 
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With maidens throwing roses, and heaven's lights were screaming 
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Calling through the darkness, the voice of one man's brother 
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Spouting discontentment, of one way or the other. 
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Oh, oh so sad 
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You build it up you tear it down 
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Oh it makes me so sad 
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Oh, oh so sad 
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Mama cried