Let me cry, Leave me now. Let me cry, Leave me now.

Let me be on the way, on the way, on the way... Let me be on the way, on the way, on the way...

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The poem describes wheels on meals. The poem describes wheels on meals.

The poem speaks about a better tomorrow. The poem speaks about a better tomorrow.

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