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sagebrush, rabbitbrush, broken / glass at my feet, i climb up / to the hills west gazebo, / yakima river bending / into the columbia / below, both flowing gladly / into the pale sunrise light
sagebrush, rabbitbrush, broken / glass at my feet, i climb up / to the hills west gazebo, / yakima river bending / into the columbia / below, both flowing gladly / into the pale sunrise light