The stars over the prairie go on forever.
The wind over the prairie goes on forever.
The time for the hunter and the hunted goes on forever.
This cowboy rides to the setting sun.
The stars are dim above the daylight line.
There’s a beginning, though no one knows when time began.
There’s an end, though no one knows when time will end.
This cowboy rides to the setting sun.
The things of the earth are tiny flames against the sun,
Insignificant shadows against the bonfire of the day.
The grass and the stars sway with the wind of the prairie.
This cowboy rides to the setting sun.
The grass of the prairie is green, turned to gray and dust.
The stars in the sky are pale, waiting for the night.
The world and the wind of the prairie go on forever.
This cowboy rides to the setting sun.
The time for the hunter and the hunted goes on forever.
The wind of the prairie goes on forever.
The stars over the prairie go on forever.
This cowboy rides to the setting sun.
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