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Keep our tradition alive, Lord, in everiything we do. It's our special history, a part of me and you. Help us to remember how it was back then. Horses were so precious and men were men. A life to lead so simple, to work each day so hard. A home you build yourself, the praire for a yard. The time was long ago, the memories fade away. We only see the pictures and the movies that they play. A long way from the city, far from urban places, You'll still find our tradition and a few leathery faces. Michelle Bland Vem, da bi bolj pa