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Night Drive | ||
| Pairs of red eyes pierce the night, Swarming down the roadway white. They are eyes that peer behind, Seeing all and never blind. We have joined their frantic race, Keeping up with hasty pace. All are confident that they Will arrive someplace today. Flowing, streaming in their search For a pleasant place to perch. Who knows where that place will be. We will follow, you and me. | ||
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