bobby was a poet
bobby was a writer
bobby was a man
who could sing whole night
sitting by my side
talking farmer blues
one day i lost him
while i was imitating
and singing his songs
never i had heard of him again
never again from his love
so i forgot him
we had dreams for the farmer
we had dreams to plough the land
but in the same land
i found the body of bobby
shattered and pierced
by bullets
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