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Swift over desert... Flying through the air. Time stops! His legs, once, no more.
Take the time, to look twice Even if you’re feeling not so nice There they could be, driving carefully Enjoying the view, without a clue But It is you, driving reckless
Presently, I'm treading water In a sea of memories trying Their best to rush over me; Like music infiltrates the ears of the listener. That simple, that quick, That easy to lose yourself and get