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He sings of the prairie, the south and the past.
Like a stringed instrument, his voice quivers and cries out in pain.
Fifty years of fear are thrown down in his words.
War and injustice will never stand in his song.
The music is a tapestry woven of folk and country, rock and soul.
In the end let them say the old man held rust at bay.
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