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My darling Clementine,

Morning is dawning and as I watch the sun rise over the desert mountains, I can hardly wait for the day to come and the hours to pass before I can be with you again.

The scent of you, the taste of you, the feel of your soft body next to mine runs deep in my blood and I realize I am a lost man.

I understand that we come from different worlds and that you’re afraid to try to live in mine. But when we make love I believe we both forget that I am Mexican and Navajo and that you are from a rich, white family.

If you go back to Texas, my love, my broken heart will go with you for always.

Love,

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