Eye, a shallow brown
A sight when the dew is fresh
Fingers stroke soft hair
A warmth with you near
I speak beneath tears when alone
Tranquil memories
Disappointment strikes
Betsy the heifer is gone
Yet she tastes so good
A sight when the dew is fresh
Fingers stroke soft hair
A warmth with you near
I speak beneath tears when alone
Tranquil memories
Disappointment strikes
Betsy the heifer is gone
Yet she tastes so good

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