Will you come with me?
The sandy streets are ready for us.
The other night I woke and stared,
all I could see was silence.
The open sky is ours,
put on your sunglasses and we will
run barefoot along the yellow lines,
we wont make a sound and we won’t stop
until we reach the edge.
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