| There is no wiser and more beautiful remedy for anxiety,
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| Than the night song of tires
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| Long, long gray thread of worn roads
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| We darn the wounds of the soul.
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| Do not believe separations, old man: their circle -
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| Just a dream, by God.
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| Other times will come, my friend, -
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| You believe in the road.
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| There is no end to the road, but there is its outcome.
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| Roads are hard, but worse without roads
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| Like someone's cigarette, a stoplight at night -
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| Someone is on the way too.
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| Stranger, stranger, hello and goodbye...
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| You can only blink the lights.
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| Do not believe separations, old man: their circle -
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| Just a dream, by God.
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| Other times will come, my friend, -
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| You believe in the road.
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| There is no end to the road, but there is its outcome.
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| Roads are hard, but worse without roads
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| Then an early star will hang over the motor,
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| Then the rain splashes on the glass ...
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| Behind your back there are two traces of you -
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| So you don't live without a trace.
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| The road goes in two directions, but don't lie to yourself:
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| We cannot go back.
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| Thank God, my friend, we have enemies -
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| So, there are probably friends.
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| Do not believe separations, old man: their circle -
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| Just a dream, by God.
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| Other times will come, my friend, -
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| You believe in the road.
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| There is no end to the road, but there is its outcome.
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| Roads are difficult, but worse without roads. |