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 Echoes
of lives' dreams drift unheard,
Tumbleweeds roll down empty, forgotten streets, Lonely wind whines, accompanied by an old shutters' creak, Hopes, plans,and schemes long gone, left with an old miner song, Loggers, Ranchers, Miners, Gamblers moved on.... Abandoned dwellings
struggle vainly to stand,
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