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My sweet state, 
I adore you
and your open plains.
Bluebonnets sway to
a country fiddle
as the eyes of all 
are upon you.
Flat for miles 
and hotter than hell,
I shan't never leave you,
your good ole boys,
cowboy boots,
slow talkin' and hard drinkin'.
For the mockingbird's cry
pierces my heart,
the rough-and-tumble
desert beauty
and wild winds
blow a spring tornado
through my veins.
In my sky, there's only
a lone star.