Oh to be torn ′twixt love and duty ′Sposin′ I lose my fair haired beauty Look at that big hand move along Near in high noon Washington-Tiomkin: High NoonSpomin Odprl sem besedo ali dve. Nejasni zvoki, prebledela dlan, nemirne oči, nasmešek spodkopan in jezik, ki spregovorit ne sme.