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An hour away from home, |
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The lights come on. |
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Standing at the side of the road, |
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I am in awe. |
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Amongst the snow and trees, |
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The freezing cold, |
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I thrive on each sorrowful note. |
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For the moment, all is still, |
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A tranquil pace. |
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The ease of being stranded, |
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In this compassionate place |
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Amongst the snow and trees, |
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The air is cold and clean, and for the moment, |
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I am at peace. |
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Being able to enjoy a disaster is a sham of being so optimistic. |
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Now that the thrill has worn off, and the adventure has lost it's charm, |
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I just want to go home. |
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Still waiting at the side of the road, |
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The hours have passed, since |
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I last moved. |
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Head down, eyes closed, |
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Into a suspended sleep |
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I fall. Then in sequence, from far to near, |
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Light reflects off of objects before... |
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A sun, of the darkest blues, |
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Rises from the hills behind... |
