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Time rights lines on the road

White lines came laterBricks made streets like Dorothy rememberGolden was the hair that grew firstSun didn’t bleach the last strandsYellow was the roadHer shoulders hold a lot of beauty

← I’m apathetic There’s nothing new under our setting sun →

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F.A. · 2026 · finnastle.com