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I was waiting for my signal at a big intersection
Hear someone singing at the dusk
when it was time for me to turn left
she was bouncing on the seat in driver seat
singing brighter and louder as I was getting closer to her
across the lanes
projected very well into the dry summer day
than wet one
She definitely provided something much more exciting
in the breeze
than just staring at the signal or endless traffic
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