Scatter me out on the prairie
Western gale's upon the grey
Not that this matters
It's not that it's won
A thread bare and battered
And the summers rise
And the summers rise
Cast us leaves with fallen [?]
A feather on his rights
It's writ and changed with pencil dye
But did not change his rights
Not that this matters
It's not that it's won
A thread bare and battered
And the summers rise
On the valley
And the foolish night will leave
Morning comes, but death's approaching
It goes fierce, [?]
Sweep our place
I'm gone with age
Just lay us on the cockfights [?]
Not that this matters
It's not that it's won
A thread bare and tattered
And the summers rise
Cast us leaves with [?]
His brother by his side
A pathway horse with flying fly
A forest age the nights
A fire
Morning comes, but death's approaching
It goes fierce, [?]
Not that this matters
But not that it's won
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