Pasta Sauce (extended) - Chris Brungardt / Suno

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Out where the horizon bleeds,
Dust and sun my only creed.
Boots sink deep in thirsty sand,
Lost my way in this forsaken land.
Under a sky too wide to measure,
I roam these plains in search of treasure.
Sun burns hot on the brim of my hat,
Echoes of my steps, the only chat.
Mirages dance just out of reach,
Whispers float soft as a peach.
Vultures circle, they watch me fade,
Solemn judges of the parade.
Blazing sun, my ruthless guide,
Paints the shadows where secrets hide.
Ghost of a town, just a breath away,
Silver mirage in the heat of day.
So I’ll walk till the stars descend,
And the moon she whispers, “The end.”
Till then, I’m just a shadow cast,
By the dreams that in the desert last.

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