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The rain just beyond the wood at my feet,
here he comes, he's right outside.
Engine noise from the family car.
Running feels about right.
Won't you settle down.
The tug at my sleeve, the soft whispering
"Don't be scared, we're almost there."
This place is cold, but we'll stay warm.
Running feels about right.
Won't you settle down.
I'll tell everyone
when we move along.
Nobody can move
without spending time home, first.
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