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White car in the white snow white steed white sow Still standing in the hard cold no place near here to go Big field where the trains go parking lots and rubber toes Rest assured as if to know, that From country to city which built itself inside working hard to remind From peoples to noone, that's how to address them, the people to themselves Small sleepers out under the overpass
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 5:43 PM UTC
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White car in the white snow white steed white sow Still standing in the hard cold no place near here to go Big field where the trains go parking lots and rubber toes Rest assured as if to know, that From country to city which built itself inside working hard to remind From peoples to noone, that's how to address them, the people to themselves Small sleepers out under the overpass
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 5:43 PM UTC
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