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| High above the restless city I'm awake and sitting pretty, Watching all the traffic flowing, Guessing where the folks are going. I am also on a highway, Not a lazy pointless byway, Striving to give life some meaning While some satisfaction gleaning. It is hard to top the rolling Till the bells at last are tolling. I must take the right direction, Asking God to give correction. | ||
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