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Jack Keroac (from the very thing i live for)
You may wander west across the plains, across the mountains into the dry nevadas, you may journey south to the sultry gulf, or north to the dark pines...wherever you go, seek the deepest, darkest forest and steal into its most secluded and innermost glade, and there you'll find a heavy rock mouldy and dark and green in the green, green shade, and when you turn it over and the crow caws from its secret branch, and the forest echoes and echoes, and the elfin deer peeps over from a hidden brook, and the owl ruffles his feathers in cool shade by a virgin well, and the tall pines sway pointing at the passing high clouds, and from far off you hear once more the caw of the crow, yes, when you turn over this rock, there you'll find my heart...
when i see you and your beauty, yes, your youthful, laughing beauty, my heart stirs the heavy green rock and once more i see a field of ridits in the may breeze and want to go out with the sheep and sing by the waterfalls...
