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Our rewrite, and miles of dust and solitude...

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Drive, drive driving, driven,
driven to some majestic new worlds, past the hills of tennesee, down those truck stop mountaintops, topped with topping, topped with snowcaps, snowtops, snowy montaintops - ZooM down hills, ballin' that jack with no gas, faster and faster savin the fuel for the uphills, up the hills, up hills to new horizons, when the sky turns orange at night, and clear light blue in the morning, while the moon still hangs over those very hills, neon truck stop ten cent coffe,
free showers showers of rain, rainshowers, we bask, bathe live love in, rain and plodding of thick drops of heaven, falling on clear windows, on shoulders, hands, reaching out to find the other, of the other, waiting for those very drops to signify the moment to move closer, waiting for the trees to shiver with the wind, whipping in that mountain wind, air, brushing against the breeze, her hands, in mine, causes the earth to sigh and breathe, on lonely tennesee mountaintops...