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what do you think in the back seattravelling through the yellow open stateam i too slow to turn my thoughts towordsto turn meaningless to meaningam i too down to notice smell and soundto tell dull from brightlet the sad winter moon turn slow to myfutureand the cool dark air cover me in mynearing bedwhere angels, men and mothersget to spens their sundays and holidayswhere curtains hide the ugly scenes insidefrom the rest of uswhat's inside the brick walls of divide?barred window screenshospital - not a love scenehospital - not a calm ocean
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