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and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land
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where they let the children cry
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and tonight the stars will be out and don't you know that
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God is Pooh Bear?
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The evening star must be drooping
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and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie,
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which is just before the coming of complete night
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that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers,
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cups the peaks, and folds the final shore in
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and nobody, nobody knows what is going to happen to anybody
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besides the forlorn rags of growing old,
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I think of Dean Moriarty.