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Where the Chinook Blows |
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THE BAD LANDS
Bluffs of ochre and brown and red,
In varied glory flare, For here is the land of mystery,
Where God plays solitaire.
A gray plain and a soft mirage, In the blue haze over there,
For here is the land of lonesomeness, Where God plays solitaire.
A mudded butte and shapes that come
And at the sunset stare, For here is the land of forgotten pasts,
Where God plays solitaire,
A silence that dwarfs the soul of man, Oh, the silence everywhere!
For here is the land of things unsolved, Where God plays solitaire. |
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