June 24, 2008
Absent friend,
They told me,
The winter of this year,
You have a plan to go somewhere,
Go and see bulls and horse ,
With your favorite steak ,
And pure rebel dialect.
When you go away,
The rebel is left high and dry, my dear friend,
When I was eating steak alone,
I can not see your smiling face,
fun moon hanging in the dusky air.
Could you wait for bull riding .
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