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I'm going to be a shepherd on a hill,
with a hut that has an iron stove,
an old coffee pot, a briar pipe,
and a soulful guitar sitting in one corner,
that I don't play but looks nice.
I'll talk to people just twice a year, when I come to town,
except that I'll mostly nod instead of talking,
appearing wise in my silence.
I'll watch lambs grow and sheep fluff,
and there will be a ram who knows he's in charge,
except when the ewes don't let him.
I'll have two dogs that are fast and smart,
and they'll respect me because I let them do the work.
And when I'm old and it's too cold on the hill,
and I can't get myself back to town,
I'll write a love letter, and tuck it into the guitar strings,
so that everyone will wonder.
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