Rain on, Michigan! Rain on!
I shan’t be with you long;
I go west
To claim my fortune.
Trudge on, my student-peers!
Seekers of wisdom & far-off dream money;
I take my leave
But I shall rejoin you.
There are lights brighter than here
And sounds softer than howling wind;
There are warm smiles from people
Who take your money with little rakes.
Artificial? Bah; what is artifice
Other than improving mere nature;
Keep your naked trees and chances of snow;
I embark for that city
Where we reckless folk go.
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How those lights call to me each night....
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