She's found it to be
That it echoes in ceaseless harmony
The music we hear each night
A faint whispering
Or perhaps it was a thundering
That caused her to see the light
Under a blanket of stars
There was an ocean of passing cars
Barefooted path she took to you
A green grass highway
And fleeting lights that would not stay
Only the scenery stays true
She hitched a stranger's ride
While the full moon's ebbing tide
Took the ocean far from shore
And then took it all in
Beauty washed away her sins
There was nothing she wanted more.
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