There are only three photographs
Of me on the west coast
Entrusted to those hosts
Who held me out there
Of me on the west coast
Entrusted to those hosts
Who held me out there
One shows me standing
By a brief sapling
One knee bending
Sullenly smoking
One is me holding
A length of chain
While on one cheek must
Be a streak of rust
In one other picture
One may only conjecture
How my constant protector
Could let me be so
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Discografia
Brave and the Bold