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i sometimes wonder if it's really true
the old west, the old time
in their ragged regimentals
i gazed upon the glorious sky
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
world that changes under my hand
i love my hour of wind and light
no prey am i of poor thoughts
never in all my life
at midnight
this ancient silver bowl of mine

 



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