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When the crow flies over the fields and darkness comes in to its own
A thousand stars in the south-eastern sky and the wax in the lantern still burns

Grizzly growl and coyote howl weary travelers gather round one by one
And all I feel is the chill of the air at the last glimpse of setting sun

Too many a traveler, you’ve seen them before
Scattered out through the country, and winding up at your door

When the sun peeks over the hills and there’s no sight left of the moon
I draw the horse and kick up my hills to find the last patch of shade before noon

Dirt and dust metal and rust
Marks of age beneath our hands
Grab the reigns and press ahead
To roam about the open land

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