I spy great white-cloud vessels upon the azure deep above, as softly sings the water of the reservoir. I rest upon a somewhat sylvan lea and dream of grander things than me.
"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."
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