But it won’t look anything like
The place you just left behind
A hair-raising roller-coaster ride
Over a browned mountain
Through woods ready for fire
Near the summit I saw a beggar
With the fallen face of an angel
Whose sign said Give it up/for love
I wanted to stop and chat
But the snarling dog he barely restrained
Entirely changed my mind
Down I sped to a pearly lake
Pale little houses sprinkled round
So foggy and pretty it all looked fake
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