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At the end of miles
You stare out at the ocean,
Mountains at your back,
You think you've tamed.
At the end of miles you hope
You'll soon be back in motion,
But you're never going back
From where you came.

A little peace at last.
Yes, I thought that I would stay just for a while.
Now a shadow cast
Is all what's left of this wanderer's profile.
But still I have survived
And I know I have arrived
Here at the end of miles.

I lost it all back East,
I sold my El Dorado.
A stranger helped me
When I was thirstiest.
For some the end of miles
Is Denver Colorado,
But something always
Kept me moving West.

I'm lately out of reach
In towns along the California shore.
I'm leathery and bleached,
I'm lost and I am lonesome to the core.
I've got nowhere left to go,
But I'm satisfied to know
There'll be miles never more.

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