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Introdução:
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Like a battle worn shoulder, its faithfully stood
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A modest creation, built mostly of wood
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But time and neglect, they've taken their toll
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And now grandpa's barn, stands forgotten and old.
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The roof has turned brown, from the rust on the tin
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Any day now the whole thing, could come tumbling in
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The hinges have rusted, on the big oaken doors
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And johnson grass grows through, the cracks in the boards.
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In the mainger hangs single trees, harness and such
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Where he left them there covered, with cobwebs and dust
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There's his old slick fork saddle, he was once a cowboy
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It's a shame what the years and the mice will destroy.
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There's a chill in the loft now, its silent and stale
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Where grand children play, in sweet clover bails
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Where raindrops were lullabies, on dark stormy days
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For little girls and kittens, asleep in the hay.
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I remember the sound, of an old man's laughter
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But now all I hear, is the wind in the rafters
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And it speaks of a sadness, that times passing brings
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And makes faded old memories and tobacco juice stains.
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But old barns they vanish, like castles of sand
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Their glory fades quickly, like youth from a man
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For a season they'll bloom, shinning fruits of his toll
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Then in times deadly grip, they crumble back into soil.
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Abandoned it stands, like ancient grey ghost
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Surrounded by weeds and rotten fence posts
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Its a bitter sweet relic, of an old man and his farm
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I close the gate for the last time, as I leave grandpa's
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barn.