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time, all the long red lines, that take
control, of all the smoke-like 
streams 
that flow into your
dreams, 
that big blue open sea, that can't be
crossed, 
that can't be 
climbed, 
just born between, 
the two white lines, distant gods and faded
signs, 
of all those blinking lites, 
you had to pick the one tonight..
those funny little plans, 
that never work quite right.
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