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while gazing at the lonesome desert

from the window of my soul

the land just rolls on by

and I’m surrounded by the sun

the road, and beautiful minds—

where all I can think of

while gazing at the lonesome desert

is how wonderful it’s going to be

to hold you in my arms

and know that I am home.

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