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The first in national road line of 3:00AM
It runs east and it runs to the town where I sleep.
It bubbles over with the companion in the studio, it becomes tired, and it steps on the way back accelerator alone.
I do not feel anything though fragrant of the soil strangely thinks, nostalgia and wound down a car window.
It shines most greatly in the eastern heavens.
I keep running until it reaches that star at last.
It is not because of whom who ends a day and a day ends again in this way also today.
Get The MOVE ON.
Get The MOVE ON.
I never give up no matter how it is painful is believed.
Get The MOVE ON.
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