i give you this name, in hopes that as i let go of you, i let go of my autoself.. the witness behind the wheel. gone are the secrets that stained the shattered window, so we could learn to trust the simplicity of your gifts... oh Kantaka, you carried me so long and far.. so forgive me for taking your jewels in haste. Go now and serve.. i shall cherish our glory days. We will meet again! (she's the crimson babe nursing the love of upper bus village; the car in the middle;))
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