The desert wind whispers through the canyons,
Where ancient spirits roam,
The red rocks stand like guardians,
Protecting sacred home.
The tumbleweed rolls past abandoned towns,
Where ghosts still tell their tales,
Of pioneers who sought their fortune,
On winding desert trails.
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