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Jul 2017
Green, Red, Yellow
Blinks along that corner boulevard
Three lights to follow
Now the village moves forward

Words, Gestures, Time
Varies along with intention
Countless languages, yet one is prime
Now the man is drowned to confusion

Her to him, him to her
Both starts the creation of signals
Exchanges, and begin to falter
Now those hearts will be critical
NPt
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