The Dream
There is a mountain
Shrouded in the clouds
Where the cotton is high
And the corn's a growin'
The mountain top experience
That is my dream
As I trod along here below
Tripping along the daily path
There are rivers
There are chasms
There are fruited plains
There are shady forests
The path is long
The temptation is great
To stop and enjoy
To give up the quest
But then there's the mountain
Looming in the distance
This is my dream
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