Where the West Stands Tall
In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.
In fields where starlight weaves a glow,
Cowboys breathe the night’s sweet flow.
Beneath the vast, embracing dome,
They drift on dreams, a cosmic home.
The laughter of the stars above,
A symphony of joy and love.
With every twinkle, whispers roam,
As milky rivers guide them home.
They ride on whims through nebulous haze,
Through spangled trails in a dazing maze.
Each galloping thought a shooting star,
Leading them swiftly, no matter how far.
As dawn looms close, a joyous cheer,
In every heart, their dreams draw near.
These cowboys brave, through cosmic night,
Awake to chase the morning light.
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