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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=58566" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Silver Palomino</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(A mother dies leaving her young son<br>to come to terms with the loss.<br>In remembrance of Fiona Chappel,<br>for her sons Tyler and Oliver.)<br>I was barely 13 years old<br>She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold<br>Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's glow<br>My silver palomino<br>Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground<br>I lie in bed and listen to the sound<br>Of the west Texas thunder roll<br>My silver palomino<br>I track her into the mountains she loved<br>Watch her from the rocks above<br>She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows<br>My silver palomino<br>Our mustaeros were the very best, sir<br>But they could never lay a rope on her<br>No corral will ever hold<br>The silver palomino<br>In my dreams bareback I ride<br>Over the pradera low and wide<br>As the wind sweeps out the draw<br>'Cross the scrub desert floor<br>I'd give my riata and spurs<br>If I could be forever yours<br>I'd ride into the serrania where no one goes<br>For my silver palomino<br>Summer drought come hard that year<br>Our herd grazed the land so bare<br>Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pear<br>And mother, your hand slipped from my hair<br>Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow<br>I saddle up my red roan<br>I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone<br>Where the air is still with the coming snow<br>As I rise higher I can smell your hair<br>The scent of your skin, mother, fills the air<br>'Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows<br>I watch the silver palomino</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Bruce Springsteen - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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In remembrance of Fiona Chappel,
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I was barely 13 years old
She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold
Her coat was frosted diamonds in the..."></div>
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