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The fog from the mouth of the river mists over the roadway, shaming the steam from your mouth We turn on our high beams to cut a seam for the sight of rolling concrete The wooden monoliths of antiquity have been pushed aside for our fleet
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
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The fog from the mouth of the river mists over the roadway, shaming the steam from your mouth We turn on our high beams to cut a seam for the sight of rolling concrete The wooden monoliths of antiquity have been pushed aside for our fleet
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
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