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Light and dark, the cars stop to park, while the driver becomes a dream. Day and night, he puts up a fight, to stay at bay with his dreams. Days and weeks, they all seem so bleak, while the driver becomes his dream.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
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Light and dark, the cars stop to park, while the driver becomes a dream. Day and night, he puts up a fight, to stay at bay with his dreams. Days and weeks, they all seem so bleak, while the driver becomes his dream.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
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