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apathy is harder than it looks
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18.5.03
The car rocks o'r the road,
Which sings a lullabye,
While moon guards over us,
A constant caring eye.
Sitting next to a special one,
Next to my spray and wash girl,
I watch her drift. Her lids unfurl
while from her, dreams doth curl.
filling my lungs with a tinginling haze,
I never wish to go from this place.
13:34
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