there'll be no more prophetic words written on this page
the day and hour has come for our road worn weary bard
to fold his tent and saddle up, to embrace the desert sky
he leaves behind this bejeweled world with all she boasts
the wind and sand, sweet moon and stars do now beckon
these, the only true and lasting friends he has ever known
if some of what you've read has touched your lover's heart
father sky and mother night shall welcome him home again
pray for him if you might, our traveler needs your blessings
pray for him as he must depart, to embrace the desert sky
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