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O that death waits for me
Death is looking out at me
Cordoba Distant Alone
Black my pony full the moon
from the towers of Cordoba
and olives in my saddlebags
I know this road and yet I know
before I get to Cordoba
O the road is long
I shall not get to Cordoba
Through the plains
O my pony brave
and through the wind
Black my pony red the moon
