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Each morning we share it, you are driving
No one carpools in these days too late
Older and not old
I can't see the ring I feel isn't there
The distancing is also not knowing if you want or feign rapport
Fair-haired and not dumb Your voice pled to tell, is
what I heard; not just words
The private us could thank you how you last daredÂ
Every west you drive is like a small remembrance; a first drive west so long before You two, miles to go to You
Sand should be water-ground.
wind once left with him and 6an inland htome of sand.
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