III.

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Here we are on the road,
No destination to go.
We may crash but nobody would know.

Loneliness is what made us sorrow.
Life wanted to take us away;
They said they wanted to barrow,
The hearts that may stay.

I know I'm far off into space.
Yet you see that's not the case.
I'm just sitting here and watching life at its pace.
Why do people ever need to be erased?

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