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In a desperate attempt to locate a single dot 

 

i think "what a world" every other thought 

 

lines that lead no where and numbers that explain this is miles 

 

falling short of finding you i leave behind a grin a smile

 

inch by measured inch i inch closer

 

and the moment comes when i know for sure 

 

where the road ends i'll find you 

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