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I drove the old familiar roads
That time let be, To wake, To live In patterned remembrance. But the day played tricks on me; You were not home. And the tape ran down slurring the songs and sunset was lost in drizzle. No rainbows today, Just the same old ache I’ve carried so long In the same old spot in my chest. I just sped past and did not stop, Traveling familiar roads.
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