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Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. |
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We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. |
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We are traveling by train. |
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Out the windows, we drink in the passing scene |
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of cars on nearby highways, |
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of children waving at a crossing, |
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of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, |
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of smoke pouring from a power plant, |
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of row upon row of corn and wheat, |
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of flatlands and valleys, |
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of mountains and rolling hillsides, |
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of city skylines and village halls. |
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But uppermost in our minds |
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is the final destination. |
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On a certain day at a certain hour, |
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we will pull into the station. |
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Bands will be playing and flags waving. |
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Once we get there, |
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so many wonderful dreams will come true |
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and the pieces of our lives will fit together |
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like a completed jigsaw puzzle. |
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How restlessly we pace the aisles, |
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damning the minutes for loitering |
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