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Dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy
Of rocket ships and Mars
Of sunny days and Willie Mays
And chocolate candy bars
Dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy
Dream while you can
Of big green frogs and puppy dogs
And castles in the sand
For all too soon, you'll awaken
Your toys will all be gone
Your broomstick horse will ride away
To find another home
And you'll have grown into a man
With cowboys of your own
And then you'll have to go to war
To try and save your home
And then you'll have to learn to hate
You'll have to learn to kill
It's always been that way, my son
I guess it always will
No broomstick gun they'll hand you
No longer, you'll pretend
You'll call some man your enemy
You used to call him "friend"
And when the rockets thunder
You'll hear your brothers cry
And through it all, you'll wonder
Just why they had to die
So dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy
Dream while you can
For soon, you'll be a dreadful thing
My son, you'll be a man
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