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Apr 2019
Scrape the moisture off the windows, seek the light in the dark,
That would be me coming to you, those are my car lights bright as spark,
Feel the emotions that condemn you, but feel them as your cosmic blast,
See me coming through the windows, see me come to stay, to last.
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