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Picking up sound on the interstate,
I am my breath, letting in waves.
There will be time when the sleep
I'm in covers me whole, covers me thin.
I know I'll wake up old,
forgetting which box this is in.
How I will keep you just how I left you.
Our daughter once told me I know a lot.
Now I'm strutting off with more than I've got.
A hitchhiker told me I don't
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