Tracks.

Grey skies, grey roads, grey minds,

Dispear doth the day shines.

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Travel through towns to a city,

It’s ageing, what a pity.

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Screech, lights, announcement of the tracks,

Speed, mass, a dealthly blow it packs.

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Dip a toe over, live a little less,

Do it now, end the suspense.

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Eyes shut, the leap of fear,

It’s over, goodbye my dear.

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