Theres a buffalo in the park We used to go there after dark Climb his back and pick between his arms I dont get to go there anymore Up the left and down the snow To be taught her Muddy wrong Childish thing Between the darkness and the day Id go down to see my children play Day time worries never cloud my mind I tried my best I guess Im not that kind And though that safely talking bad They are still playing In my head Theres a buffalo there to see To stay the isle and hose down to the sea Find my thrill through hand The meet halls intertwine To the king and missing God To see there hill and once again My shoult spin Tiny hand Bails and buckets In the stand
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