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Show Reservation ! ' Back where the country's stacked higher and higher j; !; 'Til the ranges o'er-lap one another I; !; Back where the moon has its lone-wolf sercnaders !; And each stranger we meet is a brother. I Back where the country's stacked higher and higher ;! j! 'Til the peaks jut into the blue, ! Where each rainbow might be seated on gold !; !; And the fables of old can come true. . . I; !; Hearts that arc heavy and burdened with care ;j ;! Forget all the worries they knew. . . ' j! And you feel that God planned it ;! ; And stacked it !; And kept it. . . '; !; Then set it aside !; ! Just for you! !; ;1 (Copyright 1848, by Cliff McCurdy) ;j |