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When their horses came thundering over the plain,
François, did you fear they would take you away?
Did you fear where they’d carry you, fear what they’d do?
Did you long for the sounds of the brown Rio Grande,
Was never one to listen to mother
Normally straying from the beaten path
On this day I came upon another
Spying, sneaking, seeking to forge his wrath
