From the recording The Road Not Taken

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"So in America when the sun goes down
and I sit on the old broken-down river pier
watching the long, long skies over New Jersey
and sense all that raw land that rolls
in one unbelievable huge bulge
over to the West Coast, and all that road going,
and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it,
and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying
in the land where they let the children cry,
and tonight the stars'll be out,
and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?
the evening star must be drooping
and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie,
which is just before the coming of complete night
that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers,
cups the peaks and folds the final shore in,
and nobody, nobody knows
what's going to happen to anybody
besides the forlorn rags of growing old,
I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty
the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty."

from "On The Road" by Jack Kerouac