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Driving myself home,
I see you all alone.

I stop next to you,
Behind you is the silver moon.
I get out your back facing me,
the air smells like mint.

I stand next to you without talking,
Sometimes at this point I think.
The wind close at our face,
I hope it brings us faith.

You look at me with a happy grin,
And then at the lovely scene.
I take my seat,
which is so neat.