The Grey
My uncle had a horse
He called it "The Grey"
When he harnessed the animal
To go to the cooperative
We children wisely
waiting for his instructions
Because he had said at breakfast
Let those who love me follow me
Sunday is driving
That the church we went
In return, my uncle sang
In the chorus we resume
summer, it was lightly clothed
But winter we were wrapped
I speak to the imperfect
She is so far from this vision
Then one day over The Grey
A car appeared
In the field it remained subject is the
law of evolution
She left one day, The Grey
Perhaps boredom, we will never know
But his memory
revives in me many emotions
My uncle had a horse
He called it "The Grey"
When he harnessed the animal
To go to the cooperative
We children wisely
waiting for his instructions
Because he had said at breakfast
Let those who love me follow me
Sunday is driving
That the church we went
In return, my uncle sang
In the chorus we resume
summer, it was lightly clothed
But winter we were wrapped
I speak to the imperfect
She is so far from this vision
Then one day over The Grey
A car appeared
In the field it remained subject is the
law of evolution
She left one day, The Grey
Perhaps boredom, we will never know
But his memory
revives in me many emotions
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