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Come

The Open Road awaits

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The nighttime prepares

Little hostels
(Tiny dreams !)

Visions of a mother and father

Who care

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Cold cold the winds

Blowing thru our solitude

The prison of lies

The false love we are

So inclined to worship

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Only you and the god of light !

May survive a day round here


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