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STANDING ON THE ROAD.
Dreams made of wine wake up the mirrors made of lies.
Truths made of stone knock them down, littering the floor.
One by one, glass crashing.
One by one, as they crash, other ones are coming.
And the sun goes down drawing longer shadows,
but the wheel that starts everything tomorrow
waits for you to come...
...standing on the road.
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