..Bänkliphilosoph.

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..Gitarremaiitli.

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.I roll the window down and then begin to breathe in,in the darkest country road and the strong scent of evergreen,from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
Then looking upwards I strain my eyes and try to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites,from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
"Do they collide?" I ask and you smile.With my feet on the dash the world doesn't matter.
When you feel embarassed then I'll be your pride
When you need direction then I'll be your guide.
For all time.

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