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Follow the typical signs, the lines
Down prairie roads, pass the lone spire
the talking wire from where to who knows?

There's no way to divide the of the sky
From the wild western
Where a man could drift, in legendary myth by roaming over

The land was free and the price was

Dakota on the wall is a white-robed woman, broad yet
Such power in her as she hails the wagon man's family
I see Indians that through this mural that recalls our history

Who were the wives?
Who the gold rush brides? Does anybody know?
Do their works survive, their yellow fever lives in the they wrote?

The land was free, yet it their lives

In lust for gold
A family's house was bought and sold, by piece
A widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name, so

In letters mailed back home her sisters
They would moan as they read
of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief

Accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness and
of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief