Of those all heading home,
All turned on as night came
And flowing as a stream
Of bonding, unbonding
Molecules, their light came:
A highway arcs across my hill,
Came out as dusk came down on it
The day hid it in
Soft
Dead
Leaves
But in the headlights Of those all heading home, All turned on as night came And flowing as a stream Of bonding, unbonding Molecules, their light came: A highway arcs across my hill, Came out as dusk came down on it The day hid it in Soft Dead Leaves Explain Request ×
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