Soliloquy echoes in a Western sky

the town had just come into view as the western sky turned a brilliant blue he pulled up alongside a prickly pear lit up a stogie and rested his mare how long will this beauty last he'd wonder the calm was hushed by distant thunder no time to dawdle as the blue went gray it's rollin' in fast best be on our way the echoes roll in the western sky farmer's plea answered by the Lord on high let's pray for peace and the end of change Our Heaven on earth this open range

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