in the land where the sun sets low
where cowboys ride and rivers flow
there lies a spirit, wild and free
the essence of the western souls,
you see
beneath the vast and endless sky
where eagles soar and coyotes cry
the cowboys gather, strong and bold
their stories etched in tales untold
with boots that bear the dust of trails
and hats that shield from sun and gales
they ride the range, their hearts aflame
in chase of dreams, they stake their claim
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