Where the buffalo roam, right here where I call home. In a big field, everyday they did appeal. Going and coming from my job location, right across the street in relation.
So close I could see, them watching me. I watched the babies grow, but now it's the end of the show, because the buffalo will go.
Again they will become extinct, no longer will we be linked. This morning I saw the sheep, maybe these the farmer will keep. Nothing beats watching buffalo, that roamed the plains long ago.
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