WINDMERE
Simply by trying to stay alive
we do so. I think. There's a
parallel there to living up
to something.
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The cars I keep seeing are
never the same, and each one
seen makes my mind wander.
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Nickels and dimes stack up the
same, but always end up with
a different value. Everything
is therefore relative?
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I want to stay here forever
but the wind keeps breaking
my concentration.
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