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When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash, then I long for my Indiana home.
The new mown hay sends all its fragrance through the fields I use to roam.
Back home, again, in Indiana and seems that I can see, the gleaming candle
light, still shining bright through the sycamores for me -
 Autumn along the banks of Trail
Creek in Michigan City, Indiana
It may not be the
height of fashion - but I am proud to have been born and live in the 19th State
of the Union. I am proud to be a "Hoosier". The Heart of America
resides in the fields of golden grain, it beats with the pounding surf of Lake
Michigan, the only Great Lake located totally inside of the United
States.
From
the limestone quarries in the south, to the celestial heights of the golden
sand-dunes, in the north, Indiana is the brightest Star in this nations
flag.
One may grow tall, and wise here - travel to the opposite
ends of the world - your fortunes to seek - but one's heart will always remain
at home - in Indiana.
For that reason - the love that dwells within the boundaries
of this state now reaches out with this - Hoosier-hug - from us to all of
you!
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