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A lost hungry vagrant on a train to nowhere everywhere's his home IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII      on a patch of hay      in the heat of day      he doesn't bother to get      on his knees and pray IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIII                  everything he wants           is in his sweat and blood           the shirt on his back           and his matter of fact IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII                                                no one can touch his                                                solitary freedom                                                even when burdened with chains                                                and in heavy rains IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIII                     he flies through time                     known by himself                     on a patch of hay III🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII         in an empty, lonely cart         on a train to nowhere         wandering the face of the earth IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII yearning for Starlight💫
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Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
Yearning for Starlight
A lost hungry vagrant on a train to nowhere everywhere's his home IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII      on a patch of hay      in the heat of day      he doesn't bother to get      on his knees and pray IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIII                  everything he wants           is in his sweat and blood           the shirt on his back           and his matter of fact IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII                                                no one can touch his                                                solitary freedom                                                even when burdened with chains                                                and in heavy rains IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIII                     he flies through time                     known by himself                     on a patch of hay III🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII         in an empty, lonely cart         on a train to nowhere         wandering the face of the earth IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII yearning for Starlight💫
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Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
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