the words don't come anymore or...
a twisted comic in the same room with a monk.
and a chair next to the highway.
some fellows will always come through for you.
what did they tell you?
your pardon is granted?
well the night is young and we've nowhere to go.
so the stories are told, more than once.
don't stop to think just do everything.
you should eat well too.
and try and be kind to strangers.
and think good things always.
but what remains is only the dawning.
of what was left behind.
and you always planned for so much more.
and a stranger always tells you the truth.
sven.
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