"She walks through the corn leading down to the river, Her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun, She took all the love that a poor boy could give her, And left me to die like a fox on the run"
That's what popped into my head upon seeing this. Bringing up a song I haven't heard in decades is worth some extra pointage, but "Fox on the run" may have been a better title. |
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