Raking the sky
Passing swiftly
As moons fly off
Along
Just one piece of road
The hand is out in the wind
Raking the sky
The driver
Is asleep at the wheel
Whispering love songs
And running
It is all saved
Again and again
By a delicate tweet
To show the way.
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