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Looking out the window

For miracle to be told

Radio hummed even heavier

As headlights headed north

These things bound to roll:

No more than before

No less than to come

Looking glass stains my eyes

For miracle to be told

Wind strummed even flatter

As the road headed higher

I hoped to hear once more:

Something has gone

Something has come