Bear my loss,
I have till this day my cross,
The burden of my soul..
Says.. your cup is full!
But I know not how to stop..
My cross heavier than my limbs,
Could bear this hill to climb,
Spare me a second chance,
Of this music, that I may dance,
And drown my burdens at once..
That my debts live, not longer than me,
So bear my loss, when I'm gone,
A debtor to pay my price,
And give account of my life,
My cross debts and relief..
Till it becomes a debt,
My loss and fruits of my bets,
When I gamble deep down my resource,
Till I have no cowrie left in my purse,
Left alone like a Cowboy and his horse..
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