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The first of December was covered with snow. So was the turnpike, from Stockbridge to Boston.

Though the Berkshires seemed dream-like, on account of that frostin', with 10 miles behind me

and 10,000 more to go : There's a song that they sing, when they take to the highway,

a song that they sing, when they take to the Sea. It's a song that they sing, of their home

in the sky. Maybe, you can believe it, if it helps you to sleep. But singing works just fine

for me. - James Taylor