I hope you travel, I beg you to go to the light.

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I hope you travel, I beg you to go to the light.
Home in October is cornfields and picking apples in Ohio.
I'm afraid the faded world is silent proof the future may depend on the present.
Be careful, my darling, in the city - a place where men are distracted by beauty.
There was something... wild, beautiful, even brilliant. They were going everywhere - beaches and forests and mountain peaks, with no money to make them happy.
A narrow street in Paris, feet in every doorway, faces in every shop.
I gotta go! This very instant. Run away in all this space.
We are stuck as a riotous, modern America now falling behind.
Every detail, every moment it's all this! To explain why I know God exists.
The world is beautiful, it's not just city. Mountains, woods, animals, oceans - I could take you there.