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They first met out west on a gorgeous windless prairie just before dusk. The purple-ish brown mountains where not far off. . .
He spotted her 3 wagons ahead when they first got out of town. This was what he longed for, for days upon end. . .
He was all alone at last. . . her smile was more beautiful than he ever dreamed. . .
Upon pleasantly gazing, he could hear the soft playing of the fiddler getting ready for a dance by the soon-to-be lit campfire. . . .
He spotted her 3 wagons ahead when they first got out of town. This was what he longed for, for days upon end. . .
He was all alone at last. . . her smile was more beautiful than he ever dreamed. . .
Upon pleasantly gazing, he could hear the soft playing of the fiddler getting ready for a dance by the soon-to-be lit campfire. . . .
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Mcboy
playing....l still love the crying sound u get out of that guitar
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