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| Driving Westward by � LouReeves Behind the wheel, I sat, Heading west. "Go west, young man!", The words within my mind, To explore, to discover, The mysteries of life, and more, Of love, the true meaning of love. Not what some do, On the back seat of a car, But the real thing! The praries beckon, The mountains beckon too. And the City of Angels, Will she be there? |
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