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Driving down these dotted lines. The synchronized beating heart of this city. As each goes by the next eagerly takes its place. Its own split second of eternity. Like our beating hearts seeming and wishing that they beat together forever. But sadly I know all roads end. Ending without purpose. Nothing planned. Nothing Destined. Here and gone. Keep this city beautiful, please just keep her close. She keeps me alive. She keeps me free. She is my everything and nothing at all. These streets, these lights…so familiar, so safe. Like her and this city that I witness every day, always here but never really there. Free as the night and this dark road we ride on. I will never forget you and you will never know me. Oh, beautiful city. Oh, lovely girl. I hope someday we will meet and share everything like we are now in these front seats.

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