Tonight’s Sky (day 1673)

To be the lonesome desperado
Spread out on the plain,
Looking for mescalato
In a dusty town again.

What was the last thing that she said
As I kissed her our last goodbye:
“I will expect you back again,
For you’re mine and mine till end.”

As the sun chasing through
Clouds about the sky
A sister hopes out loud tonight
As I say what’s left is true.

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