Given the wrong directions
I found myself lost in the desert
On a road going nowhere
Run out of time to make it
Back to my appointment
So I just kept driving alone
On this twisting hillside road
The full sun leading me on
It had rained the day before
And the pure air was lending the desert
A luster that lit it from within
Great stretches where the original
And exiled trees survive alone
The loveliness and agonies of spring
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