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There's a road, long and winding.
The lights are blindin', but it gets there.
Don't give up, don't look back.
There's a silver linin', it's out there somewhere.
Everybody wants an answer, everybody needs a friend.
We all need a shinin' star on which we can depend.
--
Star, written by Bryan Adams, Mutt Lange, and Michael Kamen

 

Bryan Adams

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Barack Obama

 

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The long and winding road that leads to your door
Will never disappear,
I've seen that road before it always leads me here,
Leads me to your door.

 

Paul McCartney

 

The lane to the land of the dead. Where you are, my friend. Marie-France, my lady, she prepared this road, but her lord choked her off before I could read the book of her days. Neuro from the nerves, the silver paths. Romancer. Necromancer. I call up the dead. But no, my friend," and the boy did a little dance, brown feet printing the sand, "I am the dead, and their land." He laughed. A gull cried, "Stay. If your woman is a ghost, she doesn't know it. Neither will you."

 

William Ford Gibson