gradually i will have less to say
fading into routine
if this is my life
quietly along the road home
hello and thank you
know no words no names no signs
welcome stranger
rearranger with quiet high-fives
unacknowledged in some sense not worth mention
cannot tell why what matters - export
man has his hair dyed on the night street
ready set go holiday
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