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Blue Sky's and Golden Sunsets,
Drifting Shadows Without Cause.
Nary A Cowboy while Saddled Up,
Fails To Turn And Steal A Pause.
Gazing Over Fields Of Splendor,
Taking In The Grandeur Of It All.
This Is Where He Seeks His Measure,
This Is Where He Makes His Call.
Sit's A Man Of Grit And Purpose,
Strong In The Ways Of Old.
This Is Where He Call's The Circle,
This Is Where He Finds His Gold.
