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Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted
Down prairie roads, pass the lone spire
Pass the talking from where to who knows?

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

The land was free and the was right

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

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

The land was free, yet it their lives

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

In letters back home her eastern sisters
would moan as they would read
Accounts of madness, childbirth, and grief

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