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| MISTRESS IN RED | ||||||||||||||
| "Where are your spurs, cowboy?" you said, | ||||||||||||||
| But yours were the spurs that goaded my heart 'til it bled, | ||||||||||||||
| You are my sweet, cruel mistress in red, | ||||||||||||||
| Who, with no thought, not caring, taught | ||||||||||||||
| me how to wish I were dead. | ||||||||||||||
| One single kiss is all that you gave | ||||||||||||||
| and left me alone, | ||||||||||||||
| like a dog with no bone, | ||||||||||||||
| and made me your suffering slave. | ||||||||||||||
| And so I ride with the cattle by night, | ||||||||||||||
| and harry the moon and the stars with my plight, | ||||||||||||||
| "Where are your spurs, Cowboy? "she said, | ||||||||||||||
| My beautiful, cruel mistress in red! | ||||||||||||||
| The End | ||||||||||||||